Wednesday night was particularly fun as George's best friend George DB came to visit for the night. (I'll refer to him as "DB" to make things less confusing). We made some tasty pasta for dinner while chatting about how difficult it is to get a job post-graduation. Granted, I haven't tried since I haven't even been here and am still not trying as I'm not legal to work, but I have enough friends who've been unsuccessful at finding a job to know that I need to go in with extremely low expectations. DB was no different as he's also been looking for jobs to no avail... *sigh*. What I don't get is how practically every job requires that you have a few years experience and yet there are no jobs that offer you experience without requiring it. Am I supposed to work for free for a few years before I can get a job? (Probably.)
After dinner, we went down to the village for trivia night at the White Horse Tavern. True, there are plenty of places in the US you can go for trivia. Hell, even the Rockin' Sports Pub in Douglas has trivia on Tuesday nights. But for some reason, it just feels more right when you're in the UK. And it feels more right when I'm with George because he, like me, is a harbinger of useless information. We had a hard time choosing our name, but finally settled on "The Kinky Red Nappies" thanks to an anagram we had as one of our first questions (though I still think nothing beats "Quiz in My Pants"). I was very proud of myself as I was the only one of us three who knew the answer to the first question - Aerosmith, of course. But then EVERY question after that was super British so I was fairly useless from there on out. But the next round was very exciting. It was a "Family Feud"-type game where we had to choose the top five most common answers for questions like, "sports you play with trousers on" (golf was NOT one of the top 5 answers!). The only one we completely swept was "places you are most likely to find a conveyer belt" which is totally not the category I imagined us sweeping - can you guess what the five were?
We ultimately lost both rounds by a mere question or two. Damn you, Three Amigos! But nevertheless, we enjoyed the game and our drinks and of course each other's company. We talked about how alcohol at pubs in the UK is a lot cheaper than at bars in the US. At a typical pub, you pay about £3 for a British pint (20 oz.) of beer and you don't have to tip, whereas in the US, it's like $4-6 for an American pint (16 oz.) of beer and you do have to tip a dollar if you don't want your next drink to be 50% piss. You can also find amazing pub deals like a meal and a drink for £5-6. Plus, I love how pubs feel like you're in someone's oversized home complete with comfy chairs, fireplaces, carpet, and kitsch decorations. Plus I don't have to yell at the person two feet away from me just so they can hear me. And to top it off, there's like a million of them and they have really cool names that make you think you've stepped into a medieval storybook - places like the White Horse, the Black Crow, the Earl of Wincester, the Three Goats' Heads, or the Royal Ark. Yes, I do love me some pubs.
We left a little past 11 and had a lively conversation about deja vu and why it happens. Then we had a pissing contest over whose hometown was smaller and more boring (I think I win). We ended the night by watching one of the best South Park episodes ever - A Very Critter Christmas. George and DB had never seen it before, and as most people are, they were mortified and writhing in laughter at the same time. The British may do a lot of things right, but they can't make amazingly inappropriate cartoons like us Americans!
I have one more name for you:
Catbrain Hill... ewwww....
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