Barbie’s chiropractor must be raking in the dough

A quick note about trivia at the Green Mill in Lakeville on Thursday nights: it’s broken into two halves and the team with the highest score for the first half gets two drinks courtesy of the MC. If there’s a tie, he summons a representative from each team to the bar and asks them a tie-breaker question. It doesn’t change anyone’s score, but that’s how they determine who gets the drinks. This was the most recent tie-breaker:

If a Barbie doll was a life-sized person, what would her bra cup size be?

Both people whispered their answers in his ear and I guessed at our table that she’d need an F. [Insert quiet drum solo here.] The MC announced that one person had guessed C and my jaw dropped. The other one? B. Not the first letter of her name, her bra size. I was dumbfounded. Flummoxed. Flabbergasted, even!

I mean, I wasn’t a big Barbie fan when I was a kid (at least that’s what I’m telling you), but He-Man’s pecs were larger than a B! There is no way that Mattel would make toys based on gender stereotypes and give a masculine sword-wielding dude bigger boobs than a subservient woman!

Then the MC revealed the answer: Barbie would need a double-F cup. When looking for a website to confirm that answer just now, I found some other disconcerting measurements: she has child-size 3 feet, a body-mass index (BMI) so low she’d be biologically incapable of menstruation, a head so big it’d snap her neck in two… body proportions that all women should aspire to, especially since they can get you free drinks at Green Mill on Thursday nights.

Was there a Hurricane Curt?

At trivia tonight, the image round on the back of the sheet had black and white pictures that matched names of storms. We knew ones like Wilma Flintstone, Andrew Jackson, Isaac Newton and Sandy Cheeks (from Spongebob Squarepants)—Hurricanes Wilma, Andrew, Isaac and that monster Sandy that so recently graced the East Coast with her presence.

However, the tenth picture had us stumped. He was a pro wrestler and you could see the upper part of the championship belt wrapped around his waist… the picture was black and white, but I knew his outfit was pink on top and black on the bottom… he was blonde and was a teammate of someone with dark hair (that guy was Bret Hart)… so many tidbits of information, but I couldn’t come up with a name. (Most of the tidbits of information were wrong, mind you, but that’s what I was picturing in my head.)

We finally wrote “Curt Hennig” on the sheet and got that answer wrong. It was the right guy, but the wrong answer. The name of the wrestler that coincided with the name of a storm? Mr. Perfect.

“Dude, trivia tonight was nuts!”

Trivia at Green Mill in Lakeville runs from 9:00-11:00pm on Thursday nights. I have class on Thursday nights which can potentially run from 6:00-10:00pm. Given that my classmates and I tend to burn out before reaching the four hour mark, professors are generally gracious enough to cut things a little short, so with a 30-minute drive down to the restaurant (about two miles from home), I can usually be there by 10:00 or so. Plenty of time for food, drink and trivia.

Today was no exception: buffalo wings, root beer and trivia. There are four rounds of five questions and I got there in the middle of Round 3, which was all about nuts. I don’t remember what #1 was, #2 asked for another name for peanuts (legumes), and I sat down at the table in time to hear #3, which was the nut that’s used to make pesto (pine nuts).

Normally, the host uses a microphone to ask questions through the speaker system—I don’t know why it wasn’t working, but tonight, he had to walk around the restaurant supplying each table with the questions. Thus, before we heard #4, the guy sitting across from me said it’d be funny if one of us went to another table, listened to the question and came up with the answer before the host got to us.

So I did. Not the “listening to the question” part. I came up with the answer.

For no particular reason, when he said it’d be funny, I blurted out, “Macadamia!” Then the host got to our table and he posed a question along the lines of “the nut that was named after John Macadam, an Australian chemist, in 1957.” And I raised my hands in victory.

We did pretty well and came in second place, earning ourselves a $10 gift card to Green Mill, which I graciously accepted on behalf of our team. Getting “macadamia” right, getting the gift card and hearing a tie-breaker question made tonight awesome.

The tie-breaker question? “How many self-titled albums has Seal produced?”
The answer? Three.
The answer one team gave? Twenty three.

Like I said, that helped make tonight awesome, too.