No(trivia--I'm)Mad: The Conspiracy Continues

So parenthesis (girl), GTA Feghoot, and someone we'll still call Mr. ARO went to the Nomad Pub on Brady Street to scope out the weekly Sunday night pub quiz. Everything we had consulted beforehand stated the contest usually begins at 9pm or thereabouts; however, 9:40 came by to say hello and, wouldn't you know it, not a word, not a hint, not a "we'll be starting as soon as our lame host arrives," not even a cancellation announcement concerning the trivia. The beers we had sipped for two hours and our minimal tolerance of the televised Yankees-Red Sox game were all for nothing (well, maybe not the beer). Once again, we'd been had. While the Bremen Cafe had recently instituted a ridiculous rule about the number of trivia team members the week before (see a previous post), the Nomad Pub pub quiz simply ran in fear from the Hot Grad Students. When asked about it, various patrons mumbled, "What pub quiz? I don't know anything about any stinking pub quiz." If last week's events were immature and unrefined, then this week's were downright shameless. Obviously, word spreads fast in the Milwaukee Pub Trivia Circuit. The Hot Grad Students are still out there, and while we've always been "hot" in terms of our enthusiasm for trivia and our sexual attractiveness, our opponents can add these new connotations: violent, furious, intense. So watch out! Perhaps we should have guessed that this would be the case with both the Bremen Cafe and the Nomad, two establishments whose names recall itinerants and wanderers. While these places sent the HGS again wandering the streets of Milwaukee searching for the next pub trivia challenge, fear not: we'll see you on Wednesday.

This reminds me of something Vladimir Nabokov once said concerning a similar let-down he had with a certain pub trivia night: "This was disappointing. Secure in the fortress of daylight, I said to myself that I had expected more."