Last night, while playing trivia at the bar (natch), a question came up (natch) that we made an educated guess on (unnatch… we usually guess blindly).
The question in question:
In what year was the stamp first used:
Since my intelligence increases exponentially with the amount of alcohol intook (intaked? intaken? I’m not drunk enough to know this right now!), I stumbled upon a method of deduction.
In ye days of ole, peasants probably wouldn’t speak to each other via any other method but their mouth or fastest son. Maybe a carrier pigeon if they figured that bit out. And monarchs had messengers, as did this country’s forefathers. Remember, they had that whole bit about wax seals (not to be confused with wax walruses).
So we talked and chatted it up. WWI would be way to late, and it seemed like the Old West would have had mail. Then it struck me – The Pony Express! I didn’t know what year they were around, but 1860 sounded ’bout right. And lo! ‘Twas!
We hooted and hollered it up and guessed performed well the remainder of the game… until Doc Holliday tripped us up. Actually, it was Satine. From the movie Moulin Rouge! (The producer’s exclamation point – not mine.) We could not for the love of the game of trivia think of tuberculosis, as in “What did she die from?” We knew Doc had it, and maybe Walt Kowalski had it, but alas, we did not get it. Farewell sweet $100…
But I digress. All of the above is not what this post was supposed to be all about. I know it is so far, but bear with me. This is about a little unexpected experiment that occurred after trivia, and it ties in with the Pony Express.
Right after the game, my friend and I thought it would be funny to put on Twitter that he and his girlfriend (whom was sitting beside him) had broken up. Not even a minute after posting it via my lovely iPhone (it’s just a 3G, not a 3GS – don’t H8), each of their phones were blowing up. Followers Friends on Twitter asked for details and offered denials. It was amazing.
Okay, I guess the bulk of this post was about the Pony Express after all.
(Sorry Sue about all the damage control, but remember what I do is in the name of comedy, whether people find it funny or not!)
Math is fun (yeah, right). And as I’ve mentioned before, drinking math is not.
So today, I’m just going to lay out some basic numbers when it comes to me and my imbibing.
- Number of miles that I’m able to handle a hangover: 21.44
- Maximum number of hours I can handle working: 6.5
- Maximum number of hours I can handle drinking: 8
- Percentage of beer left in bottle before I order next bottle: 50
- Number of days per week I’m at the bar: 4
- Number of days per weekend I’m at the bar: 1
- Average time I should stay at each bar on St. Patrick’s Day: 2
- Amount of bars I would like to visit on St. Patrick’s Day: 6
- Amount of bars I will actually visit on St. Patrick’s Day: 3, tops
Also, here’s a chart I made based on many experiences: