For the past few years, Wednesday nights have been trivia nights. My (now ex-) girlfriend and I would meet at a pub with whomever we could drag out (friends, parents, co-workers, friends of friends) for terrible but cheap chicken wings and PubStumpers trivia. We were never any good, but it appealed to my competitive side and to my I-love-deep-fried-animal-fat-drenched-in-sauce side, so I made it a priority to go almost every week.
The last time I went was the night before the breakup. My ex was the one who had gotten us involved with trivia, so until now I've kind of stepped aside and let her continue to go without me being there. But now that two months have passed, it feels like time to go back. (Also, she is out of town for the long weekend. But it's also time.) So I've gathered four friends, a table is reserved, and to trivia we go.
No matter how shitty the breakup, life does eventually continue.