Saturday night's all right for a fight and boy did we go down hard. Attending our third Quiz Night, a popular way of raising money for various causes here in Bridgetown, and hosted by the lovely Jim and Jo of Layzee Squirrel http://www.layzeesquirrel.com/ fame, we came to defend our title. The last fundraiser was for local animal rescue group CAPS http://www.caps-annapolis.org/ and our team consisting of me, Julie, Nahleen, Shannon took home first place, a sad bunch of prizes as well as bragging rights. Teams this time were not the same as we had some new members, Ernest and Melinda and a friend of Mark and Julie, Kristina. Picking lettered slips of paper from a bag divided the group into three teams. Team 1 - the Feminauts me, Nahleen, Melinda and Kristina. Team 2 - Number 7 Mark, Donald and Shannon...boy did we feel sorry for her and lastly Team 3 - Toomuchtestosterone Julie, Ernest, Laurie and JC. The evening consisted of a meat chili dinner and roll, ice cream and brownies and much later sweet popcorn. Gross popcorn but Melinda managed to polish off our whole bag. Having been forewarned of the meat intentions of the evening we brought snacks of chips, dip and Shannon's lovely from the garden platter and a wheel of brie. We polished it all off before the game even started! I believe there were 14 teams in all and from the look of things we had it in the bag, but up front sat former champions and longtime players Team Scotiabank. Letting them know if I lost I would be switching to Royal seemed to have no effect. As I did the rounds inspecting each team and garnering what I could from their clothes as evidence of brainsmarts, I happened upon a table of a friend. "Hello, How are you?", he called out to which I replied "Ready to lose?". There it was. That ugly "thing" I keep deep, well, barely covered, actually on the surface, "thing" I like to call my competitive streak. Thus the evening began. Six categories later we knew we were at the top, definitely top three. The category was announced and my stomach plummeted. Something about the car running out of gas and the questions all turned out to be wilderness survival related. I would not survive in the wilderness. I can barely walk my dog on the front lawn at night because I can hear the coyotes. Needless to say I think the rest of my team would have died along with me, if not for their lack of skills, than for making decisions to live or die when camping as a group. I now know not to drink my own pee, sleep on a hill top and camp near water and wood and if at all possible boil some water and cook something. As the last paper was handed in and marks were tallied we jeered at our friends teams, laughing aloud at Team 7 and Team Testosterone as they had members quit early re: the babysitter form hell and left them with two and three players respectively. Reading last team to first Team 7 came in 7th...weird..Team Testosterone in 3rd and The Feminauts in 2nd losing by 1 point to those Scotiabankers. Had a mild brain aneurysm on the inside that no one could see and smiled beautifully for the rest as we picked up our prizes. I will wear the VON fanny pack with pride but probably end up giving it to my Dad. Brunch was set for the next day at Nahleen's to welcome Kristina to our strange little grouping of friends and if she wasn't turned off by my losing hissy fit the night before then she might actually come and visit again! As we feasted on the cheesiest scrambled eggs known to man, pan fried potatoes, beans, fresh peaches and monstrous sized blackberries and baked banana french toast we recounted the night's highlights. Entire cups of wine spilled on answers (not Nahleen's!!) a rehash of survival techniques, Donald sleeping with various men..this was a sidebar... and the looks from the old people as I was frisked for my Blackberry at Julie's bellowing request, to level the playing field...how quickly she forgets how it helped her last time. All in all a great fun evening and we are looking forward to our next tournament!
Perhaps with different team members..ahahaha just joking....
Feminauts rule!
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