I see you're leaving me and taking off with the enemy
Victory! Three weeks in a row now. We are the champions. Well, mainly me.
Then we celebrated with a lock-in. I have not been that drunk in so, so long. It might have been mixing whiskey with wine. It might have been drinking on top of having a stinking head cold. It might even have been those twenty old Prozac capsules I found in my room and took in an attempt to kick start my serotonin reuptake or whatever. But whatever it was, it was fantastic, and now I can't walk.
I have concluded that the secret to a pub quiz is not knowledge possessed but rather knowledge inferred. For example, the location of Mecca? Worked it out by remembering an episode of West Wing. How many presidents carved on Mount Rushmore? Simpsons. The only U.S. president ever photographed wearing a Nazi uniform? Logical thought. Number of property squares on a Monopoly board? Just visualised my Lord of the Rings board. You get the idea.
I have been listening to "Fond Farewell" all day. I love it when you suddenly rediscover or remember something you love and have forgotten about. I haven't listened to From a Basement on the Hill in forever, but on the bus this morning, "Fond Farewell" suddenly sprung into my head out of nowhere. So ... so .... good.
This is not my life, it's not what I'm like, it's just a fond farewell to a friend.