Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Johnny Castle: Latte, home

It's time for a second R.I.P Patrick Swayze post.

I went to a trivia night last night.
Our team was called "Who's Bad?".
JB was pretty sus about other tables utilising an open-Google policy.
But we knew that if they did, their faces would light up both from delight of finding the answer, and from their iPhone's backlight.
He regularly walked around the room making sure nobody had their phones out.
I was worried we were getting a bit cocky when we started saying, "We're dominating!" and such after only one round. But time would tell. And it did.
In the final round, we all started saying, "Who's bad?" whenever we got a question correct.
It must have been loud. The quizmaster said over the mic, "Are you guys saying the name of your team every time you get one right?"
Anyway, when the answers get read out, there can usually be heard a barely-stifled "YESSSS!" from all the people who got that one right.
Occasionally there's dead silence, when it's a question that nobody got right.
Even more occasionally, there's dead silence, broken only by the sound of your own voice saying, "YESSSS!" This signifies that you were not only the sole person at your table who knew the answer, but possibly the only person in the room who knew the answer.
My one of those tonight was for: "What was the name of Patrick Swayze's character in Dirty Dancing?"

It's Johnny Castle, of course.

That's even you might think, because we know a guy in real life with the same name.

We won.
The prize was a slab.
Of Melbourne Bitter.
Cans.
The cost of the beer we drank during the trivia meant we didn't even come close to breaking even. But that's not what it's all about. It's about the trivia. It's also, according to Kieran, about, "Let's all go back to my place with the slab and listen to The Faces."

Thanks again, Patrick Swayze.

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