Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th was a mix of good and bad luck.

Bad Luck

As bad luck would have it, I was working hard when the gynecologist called with my blood test results. This means I'll have to wait till Monday to find out what the assistant's chipper tone on the message meant.

Bad Luck Hubris

I wanted to bring Friend #2's prosciutto-wrapped asparagus to trivia night, because asparagus is a nice healthy thing you can eat with your fingers. However, because she'd be there, and I am competitive, I wanted mine to be better. To this end I researched recipes and bought pencil-thin asparagus. Halfway through trying to wrap the floppy, oiled pencil asparagus in Alouette cheese and prosciutto I thought, "This is absurd. I'm going to finish this, but just so I can bring it and Friend #2 can laugh at me." Which did indeed happen.

Good Luck

They announced a trivia category as "Dead or Canadian." I was hailed as the expert. I didn't hear the "Dead" at first, only "Canadian," so I thought my table felt I was the expert on Canadians. But of course, I am the expert on the dead. After a celebrity death my brother Dave always calls with the Dead Sandwich, i.e.: "Dead. Karen Black. Dead." I've carried on the tradition on Facebook.

I did pretty well: 9 out of 10 (because Morely Safer is not dead, the bastard, I confused him with Ed Bradley). Afterward, Friend #4 commented, "This category has convinced me that Canadians are immortal."

Good Luck

Another category, "Lays Potato Chip Flavors," asked us to sample chips and name the flavor. By a strange coincidence I had brought Chicken and Waffle Chips to offset the asparagus disaster. (This is not a recommendation. I was offloading them.) Therefore, we were able to definitively identify the Chicken and Waffle chips. Most chips were bad, but not as bad as the spicy chips that violently ejected themselves from my mouth. I had to nurse my tongue with a napkin after that.

Bad Luck

There's always an adventure driving Friend #4 home from trivia, and today's adventure was finding the dark chocolate salted caramels at: first, the West County Schnucks, and then the home turf Schnucks. There we were told they'd been discontinued and many people were pissed about it.

So, I bought a few things and this happened:

So, we came in tenth in trivia (out of about 100), but there were no chocolate caramels. Overall I think the needle on the Luck-o-meter ticked over to good luck.

 

Comments

[Hattie]

An active mind wards off senility and maybe even death, too, but if you are Canadian nothing can be done.

[The Queen]

Hattie - The only dead Canadian I know of is Pierre Trudeau.