A Way to Start an "Old Fogey Tournament" Also Known as Masters

So you've heard the run down from Space - yes, we did play well and have a blast. Yes, we did win the trivia section at the Good Friday bbq - well, we came second, but the team that won had a program with most of the answers in it! Note this as another trick we learnt.

One would assume that it is a good idea to start a 4 day tournament, regardless of your age, by respecting your body, mind and soul. Well, there are some of us who threw caution to the wind and decided that it was a better idea to get rip roaring drunk and pass out in odd places. Space, Shelley and I decided to venture up to Brisbane a night early and stay with my amazon cousin. Being an amazon and living across the road from a good pub equals a chick who can drink! Let me just say here that I am POSITIVE that she could drink Dave and Jon Merry under the table!

We began our night drinking vodkas at cocktail hour on the balcony, ensuring that we were properly liquored up for the evening of trivia that the pub had in store for us. By the time we went over to the pub, trivia night at the Queen's Arms was ready for us, which meant that we had no time to eat anything... Hey, there was trivia to be answered, cheating to be done and beers to be consumed.

There were questions, there was yelling "Eat Me!" (always impressive to passers by), there was the eventual consumption of a pizza that I didn't realise had anchovies on it. Luckily, I am not allergic to seafood as I have a tendency to tell people in restaurants. Then came the defining moment of the evening... Shell knocked over 3 full pots, sending them spilling all over the table and causing cascading waterfalls down the sides. Let me paint you a picture of the moment :

Tene and Space yelling "HOOVER"; Jac trying to wipe the spilled beverages up; Shell fending off her attempts in order to hoover; Tene and Space yelling "NO, NO, HOOVER, HOOVER"; Jac yelling "HEP B, HEPATITIS, NO"; Shell hoovering off the table; Shell wiping it up and then squeezing it onto the floor next to us; Tene, Space and Jac laughing at the squeezing; Shell throwing the chux across 3 tables to the bar (unconfirmed).

Do you have a picture? It was at this stage that we were asked to shut up or go home... It became apparent to us that these people were not like us - they were not hoovering, they were hardly drinking, they weren't laughing. But they were doing something that we weren't - they were taking their trivia seriously...

Space and Jac decided it was time to leave - Shell and I decided that was a bad idea and stayed for more beer. We eventually staggered back to Jac's place to find her drinking and Space in bed. NOT GOOD ENOUGH SPACE!! We called her soft, she got up to dance and sing on the balcony only to be "shhh-ed" by the neighbours. Hey, it was only 10:30 on a Wednesday night, so we didn't shhh much.

Eventually Space picked Shell up off the bathroom floor and we all went to bed. Space being the responsible chick that night - yes, I realise this comes as a shock to most of you - put a bucket bedside Shell in order for her to use should the need arise. Well, the need arose, unfortunately Shell tripped over the bucket, landed face down on the carpet and chucked right where she lay. She got up, ran to bathroom, only to fall into it right on top of me, who was sleeping on the floor at the time. Shell and I rested there together on the cool bathroom tiles for a while before she cleaned up her indiscretion...

So, we stained the carpet, made the place stink but gave the left over alcoholic beverages and food from Masters to Jac. She's okay about the stench now, but I don't think that Shell is allowed back and as for showing our faces at the pub... I was brave and did just that the next Wednesday night, only to have Jac laugh at me for being surprised that the whole pub seemed to know me!

The Masters proved that there were tricks to be learnt and mistakes to be made, and that we were just the chicks to do it!