the margaritas are on me

I'm not sure if this story is amusing or pathetic, but here's how I spent my Thursday night:

I wanted Mexican food. I have craved it for weeks and decided I was due. Armed with a healthy appetite and a fresh magazine, I went to a place where I previously had seen some mellow, nearly sleep-inducing live music. I was all set for a quiet, librarian-ish evening.

But as fate would have it they seated this solo diner in a booth adjacent to the host of Trivia Night. I found this mildly annoying. I wanted to read and sip a margarita. I hadn't ordered yet, and I considered leaving. Just then the host came by and gave me a pen, invited my "team" to join in the fun — all for free.

Okay, Team Mapgirl signed on. And won in a squeaker. (My NI United Nations Pub Quiz team would have reigned supreme.) The grand prize was a $15 gift certificate to the restaurant. Let me know when you want to join the team and cash in the coupon.