The good people of Hyperion Public welcomed humble guest quizmaster Austin this week, impressing him both with their knowledge of esoterica, and with their remarkable percentage of registered tournament of champion teams. Congratulations to 6 Dope Queens on a commanding win, holding first since round 1 and landing a perfect score on the final round, no need even to double down. The winning 7-letter word in the Drinking Round was "Project", and I project that team My Name is Max will return to form next week, forcing their quizmaster to say all sorts of terrible things throughout the night. Trivi On!
Holy Latke, Batman! What a night of trivia at Hyperion Public on this Monday night of Hanukkah. 14 teams showed up to flex their muscles, but only Solemn Bellydancers whipped out a round seven double to cause everyone to think twice about their life choices. I mean, the round was the four types of teeth and the five types of bones, who the hell knows that? How about the high school biology teacher on their team? She sure as shit knew the answer. It blew second place team Dead Weight Crazy Nights right off their first place perch. No biggie, they took the drinking round that was impossibly hard Beatles themed. It was my birthday on Sunday, I can make it about whatever I want and whatever I want is impossibly hard Beatles music trivia.
Despite being drugged up on tryptophan and familial tsuris, we had a solid turnout of trivia players at Hyperion Public on Monday night. Ol' Little Lebowski's were in disguise as Ancient Astronaut Theorists, taking first place and all the applause at the end of the night. Dead Weighting for Guffman were a deserving silver, not just for their knowledge but for their beautiful, shining faces as well.
For the drinking round, I asked the teams to come up with a limerick in just a few short minutes, and I would pick the winner. I like this challenge because it forces the players to think outside the trivia box for just a bit, and open up their minds to more creative pursuits. Here are the top three.
In third place, Oooo...chicken nuggets:
He's the fella who's filled with the facts
Who ladies will flock to in packs
We trust he has knowledge
Since his shirt says college
And that birthday boy is named Max
In second place, Blowie and the Hootfish:
For a while there, our prospects were stable,
We scored just as much as we're able.
Larry David did us in,
So in the chance that we win
Give our drinks to the next closest table!
And in first place was It's Still Not Maggie's Birthday, with a reference to another team's lurid name:
I'm tired of coming in 12th.
I'd like to be proud of myself!
It'd be nice to be first,
(or maybe not worst)
But at least I'm not fucking an elf!
ISNMB handily won the drinking round with a poem that was profound and profane! Congrats!