Went to Flanigan's last night to play trivia with my sister and cousin (and two couples my cousin knows-- I'm not sure who they were). We were up by seven points going into the last question (which you can bet up to 15 points on). And we lost because one of the people was convinced that Tchaikovsky had been alive into the twentieth century). I was sure he wasn't, but whatever.


The good:

• Seeing Jenny and Lynn again.
  
• Actually getting into a bar because Atlanta doesn't have a stupid ordinance like Chicago that bans under-21 year-olds from bars.
  
• Seeing a cop at the door when I walked out and not trying to run away quickly.
  

The bad:

• Well, losing.
  
• The creepy old man at the bar who insisted on shaking my hand as I walked in. I was really glad he was gone by the time we left.
  
• The fact that I couldn't drink while I was there. Trivia (and singing along to "You're a Trash Girl") is so much more fun when you're drunk.
  

The weird:

• Father and son matching tattoos.
  
• The DJ who really wanted to know whether cat litter was bitter.
  

All in all, not a bad night.