Tuesday evening I joined two friends at The Field for Seinfeld Trivia Night. We made up one of about twenty teams, many of them with very clever names (my favorite: These Questions Are Making Me Thirsty) that should have suggested we were in for a rough night.
I was struck by how much trivia I no longer retain from the show, and by how much that bothered me, even though a depth of Seinfeld knowledge is not a great asset in everyday life. (This despite the fact that the show was about everyday life.) But there’s something about hearing a question – no matter the question – and not knowing the answer that annoys a person. Luckily, my friend Greg knew every answer except one.
His Seinfeld smarts were of no help though, as music was played – blared – after each question, and bonus points were given if you could name the artist. So it was really a Seinfeld and Loud Execrable Music Trivia Night. The first trivia night I attended, at Tarpon River Brewing, also consisted of long stretches of ear-shattering music. Somehow I thought the subject of Seinfeld would make for a quieter evening. Fat chance. The American appetite for loud music apparently is unquenchable. (Been out to eat lately? To a baseball game?) I walked out of the pub vowing never to go to another trivia night.
