Was dragged into a trivia night that lasted till 1am by some guys that recognized me while I was incelwalking, so I showed up there even though I was stinking from my exercise.
Everything was awful, the lights were too bright and the audio too high so my head was spinning, one of my five teammates was the perfect definition of brainrot, proudly claiming multiple times that he was diagnosed autistic, constantly grunting and slamming the table, non-stop talking about big chungus (I think it was just some obese cat he had instead of the literal maymay), making deez nuts jokes (it's even more awkward since we're not from an english-speaking country) or yapping about his myanimelist profile. Oh he also loudly yelled AMERICA FUCK YEAH whenever the trivia answer was somewhat related to the US, which happened at least twenty times. I don't understand how people like these are tolerated.
So yeah, I just sat there for four hours looking lugubrious, pitched in in four or five questions, only two being correct (the fat retard negged me for a full minute when I said that the band that played Mr. Brightside was british when they're actually from Las Vegas).
At the end we still won out of fifteen teams and we were given a tray with a bunch of food that didn't match each other, like oranges with pickles or pineapple with chocolate mousse. I ate a single big slice of soft cheese and then fled the scene to write this blogpost.