in the summer last year, i signed up to a certain free dating website on recommendation of a friend. i got a message from a guy taunting me that i should be jealous because he had morrissey tickets (which he later couldn’t go to anyway because of the whole stage illness thing, ha). anyway, i replied to him because of it and we started chatting. by this point i had already started dating the officer of the british army so i wasn’t interested, but we continued talking online.
one night i was really fucking bored, and he said he was going to the pub quiz and i should go. i said yes. i then got there only for him to say that he was half joking and never expected me to come. people need to learn that they should not suggest things to me expecting me to say no, i don’t roll that way. so i was introduced around the table. i’m sure they all thought i was mental. this was probably compounded by the fact that on this first night i had a big argument with one of them about whether benjamin franklin was ever the president ( i was right of course). and then subsequently sent him a message on facebook with links to wikipedia proving my point. another lesson, don’t try and tell me i’m wrong when i know i’m right, i won’t let it go.
despite this i managed to impress enough for the boys to ask if i was coming back again. and i did go back, and have been back almost every week since (all except one week when i was stuck in devon with a bad back if i remember rightly). i have contributed my knowledge of such academic topics as celebrity baby gossip and film star pseudonyms ever since. i have also managed to get so drunk on one night that i had to go home from work hungover the next day, to show several of them half-naked pictures of myself (nothing which isn’t on twitter or tumblr but it’s a little different in real life), and to accidentally agree to a date which i then had to get out of.
now i’m moving to london this very saturday. so tonight was supposed to be my last ever quiz. and it snowed. and my dad refused to drive me there. so i had to miss it. which sucks balls. however, i have just realised that i was ‘treasurer’, and i still have a decent chunk of previous winnings in my purse. so, you know, silver lining
We have a Benjamin Franklin Elementary School in my hometown. When I was in fifth grade, one of my teachers was talking about how all of the elementary school in the town (there are four) were all named after presidents. I then proceeded to say, “Benjamin Franklin was never the president.” This man, probably in his thirties, stood there arguing with me, at ten or eleven years old, for at least five minutes over how Benjamin Franklin WAS a president. I was obviously right in saying he wasn’t, but he wasn’t about to give up that easily. He still didn’t believe me by the time I left.
This is endlessjourney from tumblr, by the way. =)
I had forgotten that you had the winnings. By the way for anyone reading this, I wasn’t the one that had the arguement, or the one that she agreed to the date with. I also guess that I wasn’t the Ben Franklin arguement one, but I don’t remember that.
no, you weren’t the one who i argued with about ben franklin. and i’m starting to regret writing about the winnings now, adrian keeps going on about paying everyone back, i only had about £7 left!
Lets face it, it isn’t like Adrian is ever much help. You can just pay back me and Andy.