Early Friday night we finally had the Trivia wrapup dinner, which had been repeatedly delayed because of schedule conflicts. There are a lot of connie trivia masters and the conversation naturally tended towards concerts and compositions, but I managed to steer the conversation towards The Lawrentian every now and then.

Once we realized that neither of us was saying anything, Trivia Master Sean and I talked about The Simpsons and various video games, topics he apparently never discusses with his roommates.

What a world we live in. I'm watching the Season 6 episodes with Jubb right now, because he's never seen some of them. It's a joy.

The dinner was at Casa de Mexico, a decent enough place, but I'm annoyed by the small size of todays chimichangas. I once ate a pound and a half chimichanga in one sitting; these little half-burritos that you get almost everywhere are too small.

I also had an awkward moment early on, when I realized I was the only person in our party of 10 ordering an alcoholic beverage with his meal. They were out of one of the ingredients, though, so I changed my order to root beer. Root beer is filling: I couldn't finish my fried ice cream later.

Trivia Master Meara and Sockless Pete, who graduated last year but was in town visiting today, both joined the table a bit later and ordered stiff drinks. So I got my wish after all, because one of them couldn't finish their drink.

Representative Man and I split a margarita soda fountain style and I walked over to Flannigans to buy stuff for the "That Doesn't Fit You" party.