Last night at 7, we met Deb and John at Your Pie to eat some good pizza and play trivia. The restaurant is in a strip mall and the front is all glass. At that time of day, the sun was streaming in and it was pretty hot. I am sure the air conditioning was running full blast, but so was the wood fire to cook the pizzas. They are ten inches, white or whole wheat, and you choose what you want, like you would with a sub sandwich or some Mexican burrito places. So that was pretty fun and tasty. They put your pizza in the oven and call you when it's ready. I even got a Coke to go with, although John & Deb were having beer.

Apparently the trivia is usually out on the porch in back, but we decided it was too hot--as well as three or four other teams, one with seven people. At first, it was hard to hear the questions over the announcement system, but people quieted down and we got used to it. There are four questions in each round. They told us the four categories up front. We had to assign point values to each question when we answered it: 3, 6, 9 or 12--you can only use each amount one time. Then there was a bonus question for each round. I think there were three rounds. We didn't leave until almost 10. We ended up about 9 points behind the team of 7, who seemed quite familiar with the game and the restaurant. The thing we didn't know until the end is we were also competing against teams at the downtown location--who won first, second and third places. The big team at our location came in fourth and got some amount of gift certificates. We were 6th or more. We did well on some questions (they didn't know who wrote the James Bond books--a young team), but not on others. And we didn't at first understand the point system very well. For the last bonus question, you got five points each for knowing who performed the original version of four songs made famous by a different band. We only got one of those. The very first question: in Monopoly, what is the third property in the group with Pennsylvania and North Carolina?

This is my father and me moving the chickens. It was pretty funny to watch the two of us trying to round up three chickens, put them in the crate, move the chicken tractor, and let them out again. When it was done, I realized I had been crawling on my hands and knees--in chicken shit! (They are actually posted in reverse order, so you should look at them from bottom to top.)