I don’t really care who gets the money when I play trivia, but this past Saturday the Cancer People (don’t know which organization) got the benefit of my $20 entrance fee to a trivia match.
And then I got $15 back because our table won first place.
Left to right: Anne, Me, and Marcia (don’t recognize her? Diet and exercise for a year made her skinny).
It was a very satisfying win. Of course, you can tell by the Cheeto level this was taken early in the evening before we actually won.
And, speaking of food, I think I’ve been at three trivia matches: at the first, I had no idea people brought food. I brought nothing. The second, I brought an appropriate amount of food. This time, I went junk food shopping with Gary, knowing he would get any leftovers. So, now we have more Chicken in a Biskit than anyone would ever want.
Of course, silver is a good addition to any table.
8 responses to “Oh, and I Helped Cure Cancer Saturday Night”
Next time we’ll just put Gary in charge of all catering.Bears.
Caroline -Seriously, we could feed everyone.Anyone else – there was a category on Sports team names, and Caroline advised writing “Bears” for every answer. The Loyola Bears. The Notre Dame Bears.
Chicken in a Biskit! Cheetos! Dr. Pepper! Poppycock! OMG – you’d kill me, but at least I’d die happy.
You’re cute in that pic. 😛
Well done! Very happy to see that Poppycock and Lindt chocolate made the menu…yum. Very cute (and prescient)pre-victory pic to boot!
~Silk – Wait! It’s Diet Dr Pepper. And actually,Gary’s parents got the surplus sugar like the Poppycock. BUT – that reminds me: AT the Southernmost Cracker Barrel in Bloomington/Normal Illinois (not Indiana) they have bags of a carmel corn popped nugget. I don’t know what it is called but it is the snack to end all other snacks.Erin G – Damn right I’m cute. Why do you think I posted it? It’s my Tits Up pose.Mare – Good job spotting the Lindt! Eagle eye.
You know what else they sell in Bloomington/Normal? The Kathryn Beich factor is there. They make those amazing fundraiser candy bars, and they sell bags of the ones that broke along the line for practically nothing.Luckily their hours matched my work hours for the year I lived there and I only managed to stop in the gift shop once.
Caroline – good thing we didn’t know.