Tan is VERY pretty and she totally almost killed us

Last night, Cami, Tan, Tan's-friend-who-I-don't-know-well-enough-to-mention-by-name and I did this:

'Cept we weren't Chinese and instead of holding a box, a packet and Elmo from the Muppets we were holding beer and wine (oh and our score was almost exactly the same without the last digit).

We went to Quiz night at the Pinelsopes Keg. Every Wednesday this happens which is great because we can show everyone how mediocre our intelligence is 52 times a year. We would have totally won if we chose half of Cami's answers. But I was almost right a lot. A lot a lot. Off by like a couple of letters - like USB stands for Universal Serial Bus and not Uninterrupted Serial Bus and the rock guy in the Fantastic Four is The Thing and not The Rock because apparently that's too obvious and is someone else entirely:

Apparently Norway is Sweden's neighbour with the longest border, the Masai Mara is the big-ass game reserve in Kenya and Hair Pin Slots is Paris Hilton - we actually got that one. It's like school, but instead of getting gold stars and certificates we get drunk.

The quiz master is cool like this

But not in a lot of ways, like he's a guy and he doesn't have red hair - he's also not mean - but he has like the exact same colour top. I know. The resemblance is uncanny.

Anyway, Tan is very pretty - this helps us keep her as a friend. But we like her for more than just her looks, she also has like a big deal job and orders books for us - and yet still somehow makes Cami and I feel cul - popular even. And then she tried to kill us by reversing into us when we were leaving the parking lot. (By the way Tan your right tail light isn't working). We get loud and shout over each other when we're together which will make Zebra & Giraffe and Goldfish on Saturday be BOSS cul (I have no idea where that came from).

Can't wait.

PS. I haven't blogged in 5 weeks. That's like a long time. But it's because I've been writing - novels and shit. It's difficult to blog when there are important things going on.

PSS. Ok I didn't mean that. Blogging is important too. I swear.

PSSS. I love The Office. The British version.

Ok. That's all.