Trivial Pursuit!


On Friday, we had a bunch of Steve’s fabulous coworkers over and after much reveling and snarking we settled into a game of Trivial Pursuit. For some reason people always think I should be good at Trivial Pursuit, when in reality I am the worst ever. Yes, I read about a book a week and over a hundred blogs. But I don’t remember any of it. I pick up just enough to understand the over-arching narratives. This is why I was always the only kid cheering when we had essay tests instead of multiple choice. Ask me why something happened and I will talk until you wish you hadn’t, but dates? years? names? faces? FAIL.

However, I’ve discovered one glorious loophole. I am only marginally bad at Trivial Pursuit: Pop Culture Edition. While I couldn’t name more than four elements on the periodic table, I am frightenly good at naming Brad Pitt’s paramours. And I know this is shameful. And trust me, I feel very, very ashamed right up until I win another pie to stick in my red go-go boot. Then I feel only the sweet sweet pulse of VICTORY.