Two Fer

Last night my Ho and his Youngster invited the Demigoddesses and me to meet them at a sports bar/restaurant for dinner, where I discovered these delightful little morsels known as “Buffalo Wings.” Oh, my delectable boneless honey barbecue lovelies, why-oh-why did I not find you sooner?

I realize I’m way behind the curve on this one, but I’ve never been much of hanger-outer in sports bars. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

Luckily for my scale, I had gone for a run earlier (and yes, it went much better this time), so, while there is some residual food guilt, it is minor. And BTW, whoever it was who said that exercise makes you less hungry was a damn liar.

In addition to having dinner, we were there to watch the Twins game, but it seemed that every time I glanced at the giant screen my beloveds were another three—no, six—runs behind Detroit (Detroit! Holy Mary blessed mother of all sucky-ass baseball, have mercy on our poor Twins fan souls), and I instead turned my attention to the second of the evening’s happy discoveries—a little thing called Trivioke, which is an insidious on-screen electronic trivia game.

It is unfortunately true that this Goddess does, on occasion, get the teensiest, tiniest bit competitive. And although my Ho insists that he finds it quite attractive, most days I try not to inflict this particular aspect of my personality on people I actually like and would prefer not to inflict psychological damage upon. Which is why I will no longer play Monopoly with the Demigoddess, and try to limit myself to computer games. The computer does not end up with damaged self-esteem when I completely crush its feeble pixels and then laugh—HA HA HA!

But people, they sometimes do, and then I feel remorse, and that just sucks all the fun out of gloating over a glorious victory.

I should have known better, but I was still a little giddy over my culinary discovery (all that spicy honey barbecue had gone straight to my head). And then there were these cunning little keypad controllers that the players were using to electronically enter their answers as the trivia questions appeared on screen. And the scores were on screen, too, for everyone to see. And the song that Dr. Bricker on the Love Boat played in his cabin when he had a woman in there was TOTALLY Bolero! Somebody! Get me one of those buttony things!!

My Ho and the Youngster each had their own controller. The Demis and I were a team. Each of us won at least one round, while the Youngster ended up winning the overall game. But that was only because I missed a few questions while I was distracted by yelling at Demigoddess the Younger for touching me and/or the controller while I was TRYING TO PLAY THE GAME!!

I decided that the fun is really over when one begins snapping at the children. So in the end, I turned the controller over to her.

If not for that, I SO would have won.