Basking In the Glow of Victory

I've been in Richmond for a little over a year now, and fairly soon after I arrived my lovely roommate Chelsea took me to Cous Cous for music trivia night. I've been hooked ever since. The cast of characters has changed, my teammate most weeks has been my best friend Laura, but we've recently picked up two new members and the juggernaut is complete.

The point of this babbling intro?

We won.

For the first time since I've been going to trivia, we won. Not only the first round, but the second as well. Which made my team the evening's overall winning team.

Victory would have been sweet enough ordinarily, but was especially glorious given that we were seated next to a table of cheating little jerks who whipped out their phones and tried to stealthily find the answers. I'd launch into a diatribe about the patheticness of cheating at a local music trivia night, but I'm too busy being a smug little so-and-so about our thrilling win.

In short, friends, victory tastes pretty damned good. Or as they say in one of my all-time favorite flicks, "damn it feels good to be a gangsta."