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I'm so excited I could just pee! I *finally* won Trivia Night at my local Irish pub tonight, after many weeks of dismal failure. $100 in crisp 20s in my pocket (initial investment = 2 Bud Lights, an order of fried ravioli, and ten bucks). Boo-yah!
I will have you know, the question that gave me the edge was: What do eccrine and apocrine glands secrete? YES. YES. YES. For real. At an Irish friggin' pub. The pub owner totally butchered both "eccrine" and "apocrine" but I could have cared less. I was over the moon in joy, awash with the warm fuzzy feeling of superiority. Who cares that I don't know which European city has the most bridges and canals? (For the inquiring mind, I thought it was Venice, but goddammit it was Amsterdam.)
And I almost won fifty bucks over the weekend, when my boyfriend's roommate (who manages a Discount Tire, but is a closet science geek on the side) wanted to bet me that pseudostratified columnar epithelium was only found in the esophagus. I wondered if he was smoking crack, but was more than happy to unload him of his cash. He chickened out at the last minute. Ah hell, even if we had officially bet, how could I take $50 from the man that put four new tires on my Jeep for the price of two?
I will have you know, the question that gave me the edge was: What do eccrine and apocrine glands secrete? YES. YES. YES. For real. At an Irish friggin' pub. The pub owner totally butchered both "eccrine" and "apocrine" but I could have cared less. I was over the moon in joy, awash with the warm fuzzy feeling of superiority. Who cares that I don't know which European city has the most bridges and canals? (For the inquiring mind, I thought it was Venice, but goddammit it was Amsterdam.)
And I almost won fifty bucks over the weekend, when my boyfriend's roommate (who manages a Discount Tire, but is a closet science geek on the side) wanted to bet me that pseudostratified columnar epithelium was only found in the esophagus. I wondered if he was smoking crack, but was more than happy to unload him of his cash. He chickened out at the last minute. Ah hell, even if we had officially bet, how could I take $50 from the man that put four new tires on my Jeep for the price of two?