After a couple of failed attempts and misplaced emails, the lightspeedchick, the milliner and I made it to Hurley’s trivia night. The sordid affair is told here.
I had been told, by whom I believed to be a reliable source that the questions could be difficult, and initially they were. However, we gathered up steam when the topics turned to Hollywood gossip (there’s a perverse shame in knowing those answers), and proceeded to leave our opponents in the dust.
One thing I did learn, however: strangers in bars don’t particularly enjoy being trash-talked with comments such as “Suck on that, losers!”
Whatever, I’ll drink to them with my winnings. Heh.