Last night I had the most excellent fortune of showing up in town…just to hit the local pub for quiz night.
I. LOVE. QUIZ NIGHT.
It seemed like a beautiful moment where the stars aligned so that I could head to a bar to take part in competative trivia along with the sole Kiwi of the group and about fifteen Germans.
We lost pretty spectacularly because half of the questions were things like “Does this picture of a haircut belong to a member of the All Black rugby team?” and we were all like “…yeah. No. Got nothing.”
For every answer we didn’t know, we wrote Harry Potter.
One of the final questions, the answer actually was Harry Potter.
It was a really good night.