i don't have much to say tonight but i did make this stupid cake

I went to trivia tonight at PLAY, this fantastic barcade in New Bedford, MA, the neighboring city to my dear friend's hometown. I ordered the chicken tenders and a side of pickles, which I absolutely dusted, and a skillet of mac and cheese that I couldn't really taste. I went through two big sides of pickles before the waiter came back to our table with an 8-ounce cup and told me that he was cutting me the fuck off after that. 

Christmas Trivia was good. I screwed up a few critical questions and we ended up in third or fourth place. At the end I took off my alcohol wristband and started twirling it around my fingers, and then I realized if I pulled it really gently I could turn it into a wand. And that it looked sort of like a candle. 

We tore up the rest of our answer tickets and the question tracker and I bit the middle out of my last pickle chip and voílà. Cake. One of the waiters looked over while I was trying to make confetti out of the waxed paper from the cinnamon pretzel basket and, like a kindergarten teacher practicing gentle parenting, observed, "that's a lot of paper in that mac and cheese." And just kept wiping his table. 

After all that we drove home and watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. This was the first night since coming to MA that I haven't had to bring my laptop out at night to work. It felt really good.