fourth place (aka. how i broke up a bar brawl)
last night was wednesday, so by default, last night was trivia night. it mostly went like any other trivia night, that is, until we placed fourth. fourth place is basically like first, when you consider it is rather impossible to crack the top teams when you are playing against former jeopardy and who wants to be a millionaire champions.
so this was the earliest in the season we’ve placed into the finals. for those who care how, it was our collective vast knowledge of movie robots in the 20 question audio round that pushed us to the top. and johnny 5 wasnt even an answer.
trivia ended uncharacteristically early, and most people lingered at their tables, instead of the mass exodus to the bar room that usually takes place when the band sets up. as for us, we went back to the bar for a round of celebratory (double) shots. holly, incredible bartender that she is, even bought us one of them. it was post-shots that we encountered our friend, let’s call him “jason” for anonymity (since jason was on vacation and most definitely missed this).
a group of assholes took “jason’s” table while he was up getting a drink. he asked them to move. they refused. he told them to moved. they told him to fuck off. before i knew it, i was screaming for holly, and she, kraig and i were pulling off the douchebag who had “jason” in a chokehold from behind while simultaneously trying to keep “jason” from killing the guy in front of him. i dug in my heels and put all my weight into keeping him back. though technically i had no choice, since one of the aforementioned assholes had basically crushed my foot into the ground with his heel. needless to say, holly kicked them all out. important to say, holly bought us all another round, but this time, it was a triple.
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