Lets talk quiz nights

Quiz nights are an Australian tradition, although in other states I think they are called trivia nights. I love the idea of a quiz night. Because I think I am quite smart. And then I get to the quiz night and I realise I know nothing (Jon Snow). I am alway convinced my table will do well. I am always very wrong.

Or should that be Emma Cannell knows nothing?

So this is how it pans out.
 Friend - " Hey do you want to come to a quiz night?'
Me - " Yeah I love quiz nights."
Me to Husband - " Hey Babe, we are going to a quiz night."
Husband - "Oh Great. I f%&*ing hate quiz nights."

The day of the quiz night arrives. You go shopping for all the fantastic nibblies to fee your table of 8. And so does everybody else. So on your table you have enough food for a week. Some musts for a quiz night table are dips, jatz crackers, some brie (or camembert -does anyone know the difference between the two?), some salami of sorts (in the olden days  it would be cabanosi or polish sausage, these days chorizo all the way), chips, the token fruit platter (which no one eats) and lollies, a nice mix of M&M's and snakes always works well for me.

You arrive at what is always a cold hall, find a table and set up you nibblies. You then send off your husband to the bar to buy a ridiculously overpriced bottle of wine (because thats how they make their money), and start eating and drinking.

You get up and have a wander around the silent auction. You put your friends name down on the crappiest thing on the table, because that is funny. 

You argue over who is going to write the answers down, and then realise that there is no pen, so everyone digs around in their bags looking for one. Then they tell you that if they see phones out they will wipe your score. You panic about having no Facebook for 3 hours.

The questions start, if you are up the back you can't here the questions so you need to shout that you can't hear. Then you realise that it doesn't really matter that you can't hear the questions because you don't know any answers anyway. Because they questions they are asking are just really dumb ( and in the case of last night you don't even understand the question). 

This is me and my friends. Knowing nothing.

The you lose interest and the only thing you are interested in is drinking more overpriced wine. You start drawing on the table, putting lollies in your friends drinks, and because you are drunk you shout the answers that you DO know because you are excited that you finally know something.  You get your phone out and start taking photos because at this stage you are doing so badly that wiping your score will make no difference, but you may have a better chance of coming last and then at least you will win the wooden spoon.

This is us realising that we may not know anything, but we do have wine.

The night is now, of course, running crazily behind schedule, you are now tired, bored and drunk. You are ready to go home. You leave empty handed (and empty walleted- well my husbands' is anyway.)

We may not be smart, but at least we have each other!

You then go home and make a sandwich, because even though you have probably consumed your entire weeks worth of calories, you feel like you haven't had any dinner, so you are a bit peckish. You fall asleep in front of the television.

Then you wake up the next day, feeling a little bit seedy. You message your friends from last night. The messages always go like this,

Me- " Had the best time last night."
Friend-" Yeah, we will have to do it again soon."
Me-" For sure!"