Alright, I like to think that I’m a smart guy and as such I like to engage the smart making part of my noodle and on occasion and play me some bar trivia. The team I’m on not only knows the most random obscure crap but also knows this crap in languages I didn’t know existed. Hell, they even know sports. I think collectively, they’re three IQ points shy of shedding their corporeal form and becoming transcendental energy, yet somehow we manage to only place second. Which leads me to believe the team that consistently beats us has SKYNET as a member.
Point being, Buzz Aldrin, drink it and give me a sideways glance later. 4 parts Tang, 2 parts peach vodka, one part Triple Sec, lace the rim of the glace with granulated Tang, ruffies to taste. It’s the most manly drink on the planet. No? Have you walked on the moon? Then shut the fuck up.
Anyways, aside from my good looks I contribute very little to trivia night, I walk away feeling dumb. Which is why on Thursday night’s I can typically be found a few miles down 95 at Sally’s Pitt Stop specializing in trucker showers and lawn dart tournaments. A man needs balance in his life.