I had a Profound Revelation at the
last rest stop! I went into the back stall and smoked up a little and smoothed
out my Banana Republic khakis and pink Izod polo shirt. I came out, and I was
leaning against one of the sinks, smoothing my gorgeous hair (it is, really,
you will never see hair so thick or such a pretty shade of dark blonde) and
trying desperately to think of something that would pass the time in the van.
NiNi had been in a coma-like sleep for hours; Kevin had drunk so much Mountain Dew
that he was vibrating, and Mel was off in Mel land, a few hectares beyond La-La
Land. There was nothing to eat, nothing to read, sleep would be wasting a
perfectly good high...I thought about games. I thought about Trivial Pursuit. I
thought a letter to my stepmother I had seen when I was eight or nine. I
remember one passage perfectly clearly:
�We
played Trivial Pursuit, and then we went upstairs and played the �adult�
version (Sexual Pursuit).�
At
the time, it never occurred to me that perhaps Trivial Pursuit was an odd form
of foreplay, but it did make me start thinking about the name. Well, the game
was about trivia.
