Quiz Night!

So, there is a bar here called "Dave's Pub" or "Dave's Bar" or "Daves." Something with "Dave" anyway. Apparently Dave is English. The pub hosts a quiz night every Thursday. We went with a couple of our friends from the school we work at (an American and an Australian). We dubbed our team "The Elite Geniuses." Turns out that was a mistake. We finished fifth or sixth out of seven teams. Not so elite, nevermind the genius part. In our defense, many of the teams had more than four members, and many of those members were much older than we were. They could remember the first submarine for chrissake!

I can't remember many of the questions, but I do remember a few things about the evening (surprising, given the one liter beers). So, there were a lot of roudy Aussies there. There was some Aussie chanting, and much arguing with the quizmaster guy about the correct answers ("That is not the most poisonous snake in Australia! No it's not! No... No it's not!" [to his friend: "its not, I know..."). This bar held by far the most westerners that we had seen in one place.

We met a rather drunk, exceedingly obnoxious girl from Australia who exhibited an unnatural fixation on Jessica (don't ask). I spent a good amount of the evenging between confounding this girl and heckling the Aussie quizmaster hecklers. Somehow no one beat me up. I had to find something to do! It's not like I was answering any questions.