Somewhere between S's parent's house and our apartment (about a half hour drive), my cold moved to my head. My nose is suddenly stuffed, and I feel drippy. And oh, the glory of sinus pressure. Seriously, though, how can you be fine in the nose one minute, and the next be sniffing back what seems to be a never-ending stream of snot? It's less than ideal, I'll say that. However, it also keeps me from eating too much, since I can't taste and feel like shit. On the relative shitmeter, though, this cold is far from the worse I've had, and I even won a game of Trivial Pursuit (with S's help--he knew that Ronald Reagan was a lifeguard in Dixon, IL, and so we could answer our question for the yellow pie) tonight after the pre-Easter dinner Mrs. S served us. Sometimes with a cold I'm too sick to get out of bed, but so far so good.
And did you know that Donald Rumsfeld rides a unicycle? I know that's non-sequitur, but of all the stupid facts I didn't know tonight during Trivial Pursuit, that might have been the strangest. The question specifically asked what Bush administration official (or maybe cabinet member? or advisor? can't remember.) logs the most time on a unicycle? Well, we ruled out Dick Cheney immediately. There's no way in hell he's in good enough shape to unicycle. And here I hit a snag. I suppose we could have guessed Condi, but I can't really see her doing the clown dance. We ended up guessing Karl Rove because we just didn't know, but if the thought of Karl Rove on a unicycle doesn't scare you, you're an iron person. Anyway, the answer is Rumsfeld, and I'm gripped now by the image of Rummy cycling around the corridors of the WH and Pentagon on a quaint little one-wheeled cycle. Can you imagine him showing up for a meeting on a unicycle? Me neither.
Returning to the TP, the only reason we eventually won is because our sports pie question was so obviously the luckiest question ever. I usually speed through all five other pies, and take hours to get that damn green pie. I always say that unless it's a golf question, and the answer is Tiger Woods, I'm pretty much screwed. Tonight, the final question was possibly easier than the Tiger Woods question: "What two nations are represented by the initials GB and I in golf's Walker Cup?" A golf question is always a plus on the sports side (though I did miss the one about Sam Snead's opening Masters shot hitting someone in the face), and this one was almost more of a geography question. How many countries start with GB? Not too many that are golf powerhouses, that's for sure. So anyway, you can see that I got lucky with that question. It was almost easy enough that you wouldn't have to know anything about golf to get it.
And boy do I love to win. Even in my hazy sick state, I still feel that competitiveness. I even threw three unused game pieces across the table when I got a question wrong. I couldn't help it, I was so mad at the answer. Now I can't remember what the question or answer was, but ooooh, in the heat of the moment--I really neeeeeeed to win. And right now my streak of TP wins at the S household stands at two. I think they'll never want to play with me again, and I know S only does because he gets to be on my team. I'm not so scary when you're playing with me. And of course, my family flat out refuses to play with me, which is shame because I so love it. (Or is it that I just love that I can win? Either way.)
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