Overwhelmed By Underage
Another Thursday morning. Another day after Wednesday. Another recap of four rounds of blogger-fied trivia at the Mellow Mushroom of Lower Buckhead / Upper Midtown.
But this time was different. It wasn’t the rain. Sunday’s “One Year Anniversary” game had far more precipitation. And it wasn’t the humidity. We’ve gotten used to the tropic haze that descends around our patio’d table. No, last night was altogether special due to age.
Not ours. Theirs. And they just kept arriving. One after another, certifiable teenagers filled the outer and inner decks. Each one seemed to be younger than the last. Normally, I just don’t notice. If you’re under the age of 18 and not wailing away in a high chair, I probably won’t give you a second glance. But for perhaps the first time ever, I found myself muttering things like “God, do I feel old” and “Where is your mother?”
I know, I know … there’s supposed to be a recap in here. Did we win? Did our rivals, The Olson Twins, take the evening’s crown? What about the other guys, the ones with the Huddle House fixation? We didn’t win. The Olson’s didn’t win. And Seat Of Our Pants (they of the Huddle House) didn’t even show up. First Place went to a flock of relative unknowns calling themselves “Little Lebowski’s Urban Achievers” or something equally derivative.
But frankly, with the rampant high fiving and woot-wooting from the teensters and equally annoying self-congratulatory flailings of the sophomore extras from Abercrombie & Fitch central casting, I’m surprised any of us stuck around for the final five questions. Luckilly, I came up with a word to describe the absolute madness of it all. I shared it will Amber last night between questions and I will share it with you all now:
ass·hab·er·dash·er·y ['as-'ha-b&(r)-"da-sh(&-)rE] When so many certifiable asses wearing freshly blocked asshats are gathered in one place, one can only assume that someone in there number has brought along a high-powered asshat-making machine.
Gordon wrote:
One day after you left I took Chris to the movies to see Fantastic Four…well I guess that’d be Friday. Anyway, it happened to be the day the local Day Camp has their movie day. FIVE BUSSES of kids ages 10-14 I’m guessing as well as mini-vans from the local elitist boys school.
*shudder*
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 10:14 am | Permalink
Amber wrote:
I feel sorry for you guys, having to sit in there with all those asshats. (Nice picutre, btw.) You were really in the middle of it all, weren’t you? I was going to say eye of the storm, but that implies a calm that certainly was not present on that patio last night.
Wasn’t as obnoxious from the bar.
But it was still pretty damn obnoxious.
My review is forthcoming.
Oh and btw, it’s Olsen, not Olson. Get it right, man!
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 10:19 am | Permalink
Joseph G wrote:
Last night was pretty horrible for a lot of reasons. First it was the kids, but even after they all left at 10 (must have been curfew), the college students behind us were pretty loud and obnoxious. Plus there was that guy who kept making snide comments about everyone and everything for the 20 minutes he sat at our table. Grrr…I was ready to punch someone.
On the other hand, it was nice to be able to see all of the regulars!
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 12:00 pm | Permalink
Nikki wrote:
Yeah, that’s mae’s current attachment. I was far enough away that I was spared any obnoxiousness.
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 12:36 pm | Permalink
JO (Julieanne) wrote:
Welcome to Alpharetta/ Roswell- the burbs.. cause see.. They are like Gremlins..
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 1:42 pm | Permalink
Zip wrote:
No, Julieanne, it was worse. We weren’t in Alpharetta/Roswell…we were in Buckhead/Midtown.
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 6:27 pm | Permalink
Jen wrote:
Joseph, at least he doesn’t hang out at your house.
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 9:26 pm | Permalink
JO (Julieanne) wrote:
Ha Zip..prrof they spread..
Posted on 14-Jul-05 at 10:24 pm | Permalink