trivia tuesday night

I gotta new thing on Tuesday nights. After my time spent on the 12th floor of the BC at LiangMaDaSha, I head down the street to Schindlers Anlegestelle at Sanlitun for trivia night. That’s not the Schindlers-Tankstelle of Ritan Park, but I guess the same delicious sausage, kraut & spuds thing is still as good. (I don’t know, I’ve only tried the french fries so far.)
I’m terrible at trivia. The fact that I hold my own in my team means that my team sucks. We play on the second floor, if you’re interested. No invitation necessary and if you can’t find a team, the team I jump into will probably welcome you. Some of the teams are fierce competitors and there’s a lot of IELTS folks there that do the same as me and pop over after work at BC. That’s 8-10 pm every Tuesday. Anlegestelle, not Tankstelle.
Funny thing. I was looking around at the mix of 20 somethings to 50 somethings in the pub and it confirmed my suspicion that I’m in pretty damn good shape. I used to be shy about my age (42 this year) but whenever I look at those of my age group, I typically see that Chinese guys are disgusting and foreigners are fat and/or out of shape. My foreign friends in their 20s and 30s have lifestyles that will cause them to hit their middle ages hard. I’ve been exercising for most of my life now, > 20 years. When I started I wanted to see myself exactly where I am now.