When I left the office at an hour that was fair and balanced it was SLEETING! I remember that word from the post office code, but not from my own climatically-pampered life in California. As I hoisted my tattered $5.99 umbrella with its broken spokes and forlorn droop, I thought, "How exciting is this wet and freezing madness?! I love it!" And then I pondered " What is the appropriate music to play on my i-pod?"
Tortilla "crisps" and HP?!!

Marc working the room.


One of the things that excites me most in life for some reason is getting people to meet each other. And at the quiz night strangers were on teams together and because of the set up had "license" to talk! My true delight will be when they say hello to each other at future events. It rocks my world. People often need an entrée to talk to each other like a dog, or a t-shirt with writing on it or a book. If you aren't reading a "The Kite Runner" in public or aren't wearing a t-shirt that says "The Prickly Pear Pub, Mesa, AZ" or walking a beagle, then you better get to a pub quiz night is my advice.

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