Second Verse, Same as the First

Like the swallows returning to Capistrano, faithful Pub Quizzers flocked to P.J.'s last night. We were following our instincts, since there was an appalling lack of e-mail reminders and Web site updates to remind us to show up. (Mike D's excuse for this seemed to have something to do with the fact that it snowed on Monday. Unless he has a third job as a snowplow driver, I'm not really sure what the amount of frozen precipitation received in the region has to do with the price of tea in China, but since I, too, live in a glass house called the Procrastination Palace, I will put my stones down and quietly back away.)

Ahem. Where was I?

Oh, yes: Also like migratory birds following a centuries-old homing instinct, Cathy and Christine and I once again found ourselves in the comfortable confines of fifth place. We did manage to figure out the missing link, but not fast enough to get more than four points for it. So, even though Cathy earned two bonus points for her correct placement of the umlauts in the name of everyone's favorite '80s-hair-metal-act-cum-"celebreality"-fodder, Mötley Crüe, things like not knowing what Zimbabwe's flag looks like or what the two main constituents of bronze are or WTF drupaceous means conspired to prevent us from scoring the additional points that would have been necessary to unseat the annoying Team 11 from first place . . . and, perhaps less importantly, net us $200. 

Bummer. There's always next month . . .