I ended up running some errands after work last night, lost track of time, and got to Pub Quiz partway through the first round, so I missed some of the backstory on why Mike D's parents had a not-quite-life-sized dummy version of Mike D set up at their table.
Apparently it was all part of celebrating his birthday, which also seemed to call for tasty cupcakes bearing slogans like "You Suck" and images of raised middle fingers. (Seriously. I'm sure there will be photos on his site.)
Since I had been deserted by my team (they were, like, working late or networking or some such nonsense), I invited myself to join the host's parental units and their friends. I neglected to pay my $5 (Scandal!), but it worked out okay because I didn't win any money. We came in seventh, tied with . . . wait for it . . . TEAM 11!!!! Excuse the marketing-esque exclamation points, but it's kind of a big deal.
The big winners were the team with my friend Matt's favorite name, My Grandma Can't Wrestle, But You Should See Her Box, closely followed by the Leper Colony, which was using some other completely random alias that I've totally forgotten, because — brace yourself — I didn't take any notes this month.
Suffice it to say, some categories were super-easy (to wit, our perfect score in literature) and others were characteristically hopeless (to wit, our dismal score in the missing link).