Mike: So I suppose we should post something about what happened at our tryout for the World Series of Pop Culture.
Heather: We definitely should. There's just one teeny-tiny problem: Confidentiality agreement.
Mike: Confidentiality agreement schmalmity agreement!! VH1 will not censor me! Ever! I'm a man of the people and will tell the people whatever I want.
Heather: Calm down there, Crazy. So we can't talk about the test we took. However, we can talk about what happened before and after the test. So let's talk about nerds, dorks and those who have never before experienced the touch of a woman. I'm talking, of course, about our competition.
Mike: Totally. It was like a "Star Trek" convention and chess club battling for supremacy. There were teams like Zack Attack, with little "Saved by the Bell" slogans on the back of their shirts. There were numerous Karate Kid themed teams -- as much as I love the Cobra Kai, it got a little old. And then there was us, reppin' Fresno in our Nickel Nickel Nine t-shirts. We were way too cool -- ignore the fact that we're Internet bloggers.
Heather: Okay, so we're not as cool as we like to pretend. But in that crowd, we were the damn prom king and queens. So here's how it went down: We woke up Saturday morning, put on our Nickel Nickel Nine shirts, then hit Roscoe's House of Chicken 'N Waffles for some brain food.
By the time breakfast was over, it was time to head over to the Le Meridian hotel in Beverly Hills. Outside the hotel, we spotted some of our competition, the aforementioned Zack Attack. We debated taking them out in true Nickel Nickel Nine style, just to put the fear in the rest of the geeks, but we suppressed that instinct. Maybe it was all the chicken in our bellies.
Inside the hotel, the scene was intense, with each team sizing up the others. Having two glorious women on our team, we were sure we held a definite advantage, as most of the teams were made up of that guy from I.T. you don't really like coming to your cubicle and touching your Mac.
Mike: Geez, thanks for taking everything to talk about. What's left? Oh, we stood in line and showed someone our IDs. Fuuuuun.
Heather: Sounds like someone needs another #9 from Roscoe's.
Mike: Whatever. So we waited in line with the other teams and eventually got ushered into a room where we would take the WSOPC test. That's when the fun began. First we ...
Heather: Hold it there, Jackass. CONFIDENTIALITY agreement. Everything that happened in our lives inside of that room officially belongs to VH1. Except maybe that stupid "Ducktales" theme singalong started by the guy sitting next to you.
Mike: Fine, fine. I won't say anything about the test or what happened to us. But I will say this: After it was over, we had the most expensive round of drinks EVER.
Heather: They were delicious, though. And well-deserved!
i'm dying to know what the expensive round of drinks consisted of... that's what's important to me :-)
A Long Island iced tea, some kind of berry martini and a bloody mary -- for $46.
random comment: i like how l.a. has those hotels and theaters with foreign languages, but we gotta put "the" in front of them. like "the le meridian" and "the el capitan." think about it: it would sound dumb if we didnt use the "the."
uhhh, thats all i got.
Random comment: Will shut up.
Well deserved for putting up with it, or well deserved because you did so well?
I don't know where to start. Are you saying that you three were the coolest people there because you effed up? Let me tell you. I have met two thirds of your group, and.... DAMN! NAH UH! I can totally understand screwin' the pooch, and being pissed, so you have to take it out on somebody, but maybe you should just accept that those other people were better than you. I'm used to this from H-Mac, (I have played many a game with her) but Mike Oz... I'm disappointed! For shame! Besides. You should have had me on the team, anyway.