Next Year - Fireworks!
Jan. 9th, 2005 07:32 pmSo Jimmy and
spic_ity_do_da and I played Trivial Pursuit last night against my mom, my dad and Spicity's mom. AND WON!
WE WON! WE WON! AHAHAHAHAHA!
I should point out here that this is only the second time in my life that I can ever recall my father being on the losing team at Trivial Pursuit, and the first time (the FIRST!) that I have ever been on the winning team. Oh, we so rocked.
It didn't hurt that they kept getting questions about things like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, though, while we got awesome questions like "What ancient Greek goddess serves as the basis for many modern depictions of an Earth Mother figure?"
"Gaia!" I shouted out, before Spicity's mom had even finished reading the question. Go Classics minor! Then I sang several lines from the Captain Planet themesong. I am an all-purpose dork.
It was even better when the "old person team" (as we derisively dubbed them, young snots that we are) couldn't get the similarly classics-themed question about the Carthaginian who attacked the Romans (Hannibal, duh...).
The best part, by far, though, was a question about what kind of African tree is used in a common treatment for impotence.
"I should get one of those in the backyard," quipped Spicity. "Y'know, go out and gnaw on the bark... grar grar grar!"
We all giggled like pre-adolescents, grown-ups included.
I think it might've been my dad (or maybe Spicity's mom) who made the first quip about "morning wood."
But it was definitely Jameson who suggested that it might be the rubber tree. Yeah, think about that for just a second...
So, I dunno if it proves that I'm an actual grown-up, now that I can sit around making dirty jokes with my parents, or if it proves that they were never as grown-up as I thought they were. Maybe a little bit of both. In any case, the Trivial Pursuit was some seriously awesome fun, and I hope to do it again sometime soon.
Jameson says that next year, we're going to celebrate our victory with fireworks. It shall become an annual day of remembrance. Even if the old people demand a rematch, and hand our asses to us.
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WE WON! WE WON! AHAHAHAHAHA!
I should point out here that this is only the second time in my life that I can ever recall my father being on the losing team at Trivial Pursuit, and the first time (the FIRST!) that I have ever been on the winning team. Oh, we so rocked.
It didn't hurt that they kept getting questions about things like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, though, while we got awesome questions like "What ancient Greek goddess serves as the basis for many modern depictions of an Earth Mother figure?"
"Gaia!" I shouted out, before Spicity's mom had even finished reading the question. Go Classics minor! Then I sang several lines from the Captain Planet themesong. I am an all-purpose dork.
It was even better when the "old person team" (as we derisively dubbed them, young snots that we are) couldn't get the similarly classics-themed question about the Carthaginian who attacked the Romans (Hannibal, duh...).
The best part, by far, though, was a question about what kind of African tree is used in a common treatment for impotence.
"I should get one of those in the backyard," quipped Spicity. "Y'know, go out and gnaw on the bark... grar grar grar!"
We all giggled like pre-adolescents, grown-ups included.
I think it might've been my dad (or maybe Spicity's mom) who made the first quip about "morning wood."
But it was definitely Jameson who suggested that it might be the rubber tree. Yeah, think about that for just a second...
So, I dunno if it proves that I'm an actual grown-up, now that I can sit around making dirty jokes with my parents, or if it proves that they were never as grown-up as I thought they were. Maybe a little bit of both. In any case, the Trivial Pursuit was some seriously awesome fun, and I hope to do it again sometime soon.
Jameson says that next year, we're going to celebrate our victory with fireworks. It shall become an annual day of remembrance. Even if the old people demand a rematch, and hand our asses to us.