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to the victor, the spoils. or not.

Last night barsine, I, and our respective paramours entered a table quiz. It was a very fancy table quiz (by our feeble standards), as the scoreboard was actually projected on the wall from a laptop instead of being a bit of paper covered in wobbly marker lines. Anyway! Our hopes were raised at the start when we looked through the answer sheets and saw that there was no sports round (hurrah!). And we did quite well in the first few rounds. Then came - the food round. Now, we're not exactly gourmets, but we didn't realise quite how ignorant we apparently are on all things foodie. I think we got three right out of ten, which is pretty pathetic, especially when one of the only questions we got right was about pig's feet. Seriously. But! Our star began to rise again in the film round, which asked us to identify various films from their taglines and stars. Freakishly, I was really good at this and got virtually all of them, even though nearly all the films were shit ones which I hadn't seen (with the exceptions of Casino and 28 Days Later, which I have seen and which are not shit). And I mean really shit. How on earth did I guess the Guy Pearce-starring The Count of Monte Christo? I have no idea. Anyway, what with that and getting 10/10 in the picture round (hurrah!), we were back on track, and eventually came, well, fifth. Ah, so near and yet so far.

Despite our lack of victory, a fine time was had by all. But! Tragedy was on its way. Well, a very, very small tragedy: I left my beloved silvery blue fingerless mittens on the bus. I realised I'd done it as soon as I got off, but it was too late - the bus was zooming away down the dual carriageway. I'm sad to say that I actually stamped in rage at this point, and stayed in a rage all the way home, muttering things to P like "they go with my hat!" and "no, I can't get another pair becuase I got them in New York five years ago!" P tried to calm my ferocious wrath, but to no avail. It's a rather pathetic indication of my inability to put things into proportion that I actually DREAMED first that I found my mittens and second that I discovered another, even nicer pair which also went with my silvery blue and turquoise hat. Anyway, I rang the lost property office this morning but they said they don't get stuff sent in until twelve. I hope no one nicked my mittens. But I fear I'll never see them again...


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Jan. 28th, 2005 11:14 am (UTC)
RAR. That's the kind of thing that would put me in a RAGE.

I was going to go to that quiz, but instead went to a slightly cross-making band practice where everyone was tired, stubborn, and grumpy. :(
Jan. 28th, 2005 11:20 am (UTC)
Some of your chums were at the quiz! A certain P Watts, for one. In fact, I believe his team might have won a prize.
Jan. 28th, 2005 11:33 am (UTC)
I know - I met him for a pint afterwards while I was in post-practice decompression mode.

You could try knitting a new pair of mittens, perhaps?
Jan. 28th, 2005 02:27 pm (UTC)
Now you're talking!
Jan. 28th, 2005 12:33 pm (UTC)
Boo! Poor old mittens.

thanks for coming though, it was fun, wasn't it? (And I'd like everyone to know that I got the pig's feet one right. I am a true gourmet!)
Jan. 28th, 2005 02:27 pm (UTC)
Awww, that's sad! I stamped with rage once when I lost my favourite black fleecy mitten(s). Waaah!

I hope you find them.
Jan. 29th, 2005 02:24 am (UTC)
Ooh, I'm jealous - I really miss table quizzes.

I do hope your mittens turn up. I lost one glove of a hat-and-glove set on the way into my office some time last year, and I turned the whole building upside down looking for it. People kept thinking I had lost something huge and expensive and then looking at me oddly when I explained that it was a woolly glove with sheep on it...
Jan. 29th, 2005 12:46 pm (UTC)
It was indeed a fine quiz, although rather difficult. And yes, the tragic thing about losing something small that you really like is that everyone thinks you're mad if you fuss about looking for it!
Jan. 29th, 2005 02:26 am (UTC)
Alas, o mittens! I had a lovely St. Hilda's College scarf that I left in a diner in Northampton, MA in 1989-1990. I still wish for it upon occasion.

Even with moth-holes I'd still want it back.

Maybe a New York friend could find you more?
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