Something magical happens on Wednesday nights, in this town. Although the buzz of excitement seems to only be between the three of us, we can feel it in the air. We get out of our cars discussing possible team names in the parking lot, talk about current events trying to predict possible questions.
Once we get into the restaurant the classic rock is blazing and we see our competitors “The blithering idiots” and “the dynamic duo” and all the other teams whose names are so forgettable, which is why we make up a new name each week.
All three of us young professionsals learning about life and how great it really is to be young and have no major commitments except trivia and The Office on the Thursday nights.
Finally the questions start. We use strategies, discuss and order some food. Mostly we are laughing.
“What do you think, 8 points? Should we risk 8 points?”
“I don’t know, I’m not so sure.”
“You’re not sure?”
“I’m sure, I’m just not sure, sure.”
“Are you 8 points sure or 4 points sure?
“How many points sure are you?”
“I don’t know.”
Although sometimes we know the answer right away. No debate necessary. We are sure. SO sure.
One day we have faith that we’ll be first place sure.
Not this week though.
Tags: The Office, trivia, Waldorf, Waldork salad
