So last night I went to quiz night at Kincora and our team finally won first place! After all these years, well maybe more like weeks, we'd finally won. Sound too good to be true? Well, you know what the usual response to that question is. But after last night, I know how those Russian figure skaters feel. Quiz night is held every Wednesday. You pay three bucks per person and form a team, I think usually no more than six on a team. There are 5 rounds and 10 questions per round. It's pretty low tech. The girl who hosts reads out the quesitons over a mic, you and your time confer (in hushed tones of course) and then right down the answer on a piece of paper.

So after the thrill of having three great rounds and being in first place the whole time, we sort of stank it up in the forth and redeemed ourseleves in the fifth. We ended up tied for first place with another team. So the quiz hosts decide to have a 'rap-off' as a tiebreaker.

For our team (named 'I know you are but what am I') we send up Red, a guy who works in the neighborhood with my friends. He's in a band and he did this whole rap that was quick and pretty awesome and people went nuts. Then to top it all off, he does the splits. The other team's guy goes up and calls Red 'Vanilla Ice'. Then he lays down this lame ass short rap about himself and his teammates. So in the voting (by applause) it sounded like we won. The officials concurred and agreed and indeed we had won. There was much rejoicing. But then, out of nowhere the other team protests the outcome. The quizmeisters decide to let each team vote by secret ballot and it came down to the other team winning. So instead of $107 we settled for two free pitchers of beer.

All I'm saying is watch out for next week.