11 months later
Trivia Wrapup
By Benny and Wayner
Toss me a cigarette, let me remember,
those cloudy days past, but only April…
A Stud was I, more known as Norwigan
and phoning correct answers gave me my thrill.
I shared this great passion with many a player,
devoted cocks and hens, we pecked at the clues;
Can you search Google if the song has no lyrics?
OZ, you tricky bastard, we knew better than you.
Several appeared early to start the show;
Rainy, the Minnesotans, and Davy made the float status GO.
Dan and Ivy busted out the cat5 and switch;
StudsNOC was running by Friday without a glitch.
Humble beginnings marked the studs’ appearance,
not the mighty shuttle, but the smoke trail behind;
OZ must have enjoyed the bear hug I gave him,
smelling of TOE and toasted coolant slime.
Hear taxicab confessions,
contrasted with parade winning obsessions;
Great expectations marked the start this year,
the story to unravel was yet unclear.
At six they played that Born To Be Wild song,
but the Studs knew the first answer all along;
Robert Redford is always right to keep with tradition,
but perhaps next year OZ will change this condition.
Green chalkboard and stuffed trout,
it wouldn’t be Trivia without:
broken Papasan, Hide-a-bed, and Nordic-Track;
Some features that Morey’s basement will never lack!
Steve and DK were the last to arrive,
Rolling in with the Ranger at midnight and five;
A Ford product by birth, it had to comply,
it burnt a quart of oil in just that short ride.
The guest bedroom was closed by Maurice,
Couples had to use Sammy’s bed if they wanted a piece;
No more sleeping bags strewn on the floor,
just learn from Holz and ErikR to lock the door!
Laptops were in, helps with the space,
we shot up the temp in Sammy’s case;
It beeped and churned as it got higher,
The front panel said it was on fire.
This year we had an elephant exhaust vent
custom installed in Morey’s basement;
The fan blower was finally put to use,
for a greater function than Furby abuse!
Locked computers did the team no good,
create restricted guest accounts their owners should;
Semaphore ruled the StudsNOC with an iron fist;
malicious hacker activity will get your IP dismissed.
Some vandals stole our Norwigan flag,
Krusteaz pancake mix was in the bag;
Holz showed up late with goodies from Singapore,
SARS was a threat we’d never dealt with before;
At this party’s end, I checked the Emachine,
and no Rainbow Six copy on it was seen;
Since this year there existed a devoted crew,
little porn, but rather Google made up the brew
Studs failed this year at the Trivia Stone,
running questions should never be done alone;
Music questions still have us stumped,
but our parade floats will never be trumped!
Meaple asks, “How was the cash flow this year Benny?”
I respond, “You couldn’t expect I count every penny!”
However, after rounding to the dime, we weren’t believin’,
minus five t-shirts and half a float, we broke even!
Maia and Davy won New Mom and New Dad,
our trivia awards have become no fad;
It is eerie how mom and dad have come to be,
then Wayne went home with the MVP;
ERIMMA this time was mastered by Benny,
who cooked some hours but slept just as many;
Rainy solidly claimed the “Exit 108B” ribbon,
for racking the most miles to have ridden;
“My Spanish prof is a stripper” goes to Dan,
for the creation of every half-cracked can;
The Monday cleanup crew started a count,
but had to stop when their fingers and toes ran out.
Eleven months have passed since that weekend,
sometimes to his post-trivia duties Benny does not tend;
Taking his time to allow for insight and reflection,
he treats Meaple’s inquiries with whole-hearted defection!
As late (or early) as this wrapup may be,
captioned trivia pictures on StudCentral I have yet to see;
Minnesota Branch of Algenta leading the way,
perhaps we should be receiving the dIRC registration pay!
So go now satisfied after seeing the past’s success,
likewise gain wisdom from those items of regress;
Meaple, and others, my apologies please hold dear,
because we are going to kick some ass next year!
Thank You, and Good Night!
