It’s not every day that a trivia host reaches out to me via text asking if I can pretty please come out to a trivia night that they are hosting! It seems this trivia night is light on regular teams, and…can we please come out to help?

As some of you who may know me IRL know, it’s extremely difficult for me to say “no” to trivia! Though after talking to my husband initially, “no” is exactly what he said, which I relayed to the host.

It’s not surprising, really, “no” was the first word my husband uttered as a baby (true story).

Anyhoo, I had a second talk with my husband later, and he was more receptive to the idea. So I messaged our third trivia “amigo,” and welp, looks like trivia will be happening!

The trivia host’s elation was palpable! Imagine someone being happy to see us (IKR)? Just last week, another player seemed annoyed that we were sitting at a table where I guess they normally sit. We arrived earlier, and it was the first size appropriate table that was available for my team after the live music was over. So yeah…screw you, lady! Get there earlier if you want “your” table – I’m here for trivia games, not mind games!

Seriously, I don’t have much more than a very “minimalist” strategy with trivial pursuits these days. I don’t have as many players as I used to, my work schedule is a bit too chaotic, my personal life has a few more demands, yada yada…

Sometimes I just don’t feel like going out for trivia games, especially on those nights when my normal 20 minute commute home magically turns into almost an hour. Without my music, it would surely turn me into this guy:

One game at a time? Wasn’t that a 1970s TV series with that creepy handyman who was always coming onto that divorced mom of Eddie Van Halen’s future wife? And how did this play out in the recent unnecessary reboot? Did the handyman turn into a woman? Sassy robot?

Oh yeah, “One DAY At a Time.” Weird that I never really watched that show religiously, yet I still remember that creepy handyman. This sort of character would be immediately “metooed” out of the script and replaced with a wise cracking loveable yet completely supportive and appropriate…lesbian? Preferably one of color?

Forgive me, I’m not a screenwriter, but I see the way the winds are blowing on TV these days!