We didn’t set out to have so much fun. But there we were, laughing and playing along and doing just that. Having fun!
C.C., my beloved, returned from a business trip to California in time for dinner last night. Not feeling like cooking, I suggested we go try out a pub our neighbours had mentioned. I thought it was the one closest to our home. Fortunately, C.C. knew where we were going.
Hexter’s in Bowness didn’t disappoint.
Sure, it’s a pub and the food is pub fare but it’s hearty and C.C.’s Shepherd Pie didn’t disappoint nor did my Quesadilla. It was so filling I brought half of it home for lunch today.
We got there around 6:30 thinking we’d be an hour and a half. Expect the unexpected and you won’t be disappointed!
When we arrived, the early evening sun was streaming in through the garage door windows that were rolled up to allow access to the front patio where several people were enjoying the heat and their meals. Having just returned from southern California and Palm Springs, C.C. wasn’t up to anymore sun and heat so we sat deeper inside at a table next to the bar. We were two of max 30 patrons scattered around the place. There’s a fancy long bar and a couple of pool tables in the back next to a room with VLTs. Beside our table there was a giant Jenga set and a DJ station set up against the wall.
We chatted with the friendly server, Laura, placed our order in anticipation of eating and going home. We had no idea what we were in for.
Just before 7, a tall woman comes striding in the front door. Scottie doesn’t just enter a room. She makes an entrance. Long frizzed up blond hair piled on top of her head, tendrils streaming down her back. Dressed all in black. Black top over tight black shorts. Black boots. Somewhere in her 50s, this is a woman who knows who she is and what she’s doing.
She prances around the room, laying down pieces of paper and a pencil on every table or every person. “Give yourselves a clever team name and I’ll give you 25 bonus points,” she tells us as she firmly places the paper in front of us.
“What’s this for?” I ask.
“Music trivia!” she exclaims and then she’s gone. Off to the next table to engage them in playing the game.
“I’m awful at music trivia,” I tell uber competitive C.C.
He smiles and picks up the pencil. “What will we call ourselves?”
I’m also awful at picking names. He raises an eyebrow at Sugar and Spice, gives me a dazed look at Lucky ‘n Love and starts to write.
Hmmm… do you think he was predicting our trivia game fortunes?
Well, we didn’t come in dead last, but we were pretty close.
It didn’t matter.
We laughed and got lots of extra points for our animated singing and dancing in our chairs for every song. I threw names out for everything — artist, song title, year released, whether I knew it was right or not.
C.C. kept trying to get it right. I wasn’t helping. Neither was a guy at the bar who said the answer for the Bonus question at the end of one of the rounds was ‘C’.
C.C. said, “It’s A.”
I pointed to the guy at the bar. He insists it’s C.
I grabbed the pencil and change the answer.
I got it wrong.
It was A.
Dang. 100 bonus points lost ’cause I listened to a guy who was propping up the bar! Now if that doesn’t tell you something about my past experiences in bars… 🙂
By the final fifth round, we’re so far behind we don’t even know where to begin. And even though it’s now 9pm, we don’t want to leave.
C.C. thinks we can make up lost ground.
But the category… “So you think that’s a word?” defies us.
Seriously? Out of the 7 songs we got two parts of the three part answer for one song right. Artist and Title. We were way off on the Year Released. But we did get 50 bonus points for each song because of our singing out loud and dancing!
No matter that we came in second last. Where we really felt like winners was in all the fun we had together.
And what matters more than sharing good times and laughter together?