In high school, I was co-captain of the Scholars' Bowl team.
Yes. Go on, I know you're impressed. I told you I was hip.
Tonight, a few people I know from work went to a trivia night at a restaurant near my house. I didn't really know what to expect, but what the heck - trivia!
It turns out I must have killed off a few brain cells since high school, because my team suffered an epic loss to - well, to everyone else there, first and foremost a table with a guy who was reading "The Fellowship of the Ring" when I arrived.
The universe is still badly out of whack.
At least I've been rocking hard at work, and that makes up for a lot. Conference in San Angelo is next week, and I am all over that like shit on a fly... I am so good. I feel awesome. Of course, it hasn't actually taken place yet, but I would just like to say that, coming into the final stretch, I feel like the most competent person on earth.
If I still feel this way one week from right now, I done good.
Next Saturday I'm selling beer (NOT painting faces) at Eeyore's - come see me! Ask me about San Angelo. And ask me who the first person besides Oprah ever to appear on the cover of O Magazine was. I knew that one.