An incredibly successful night, marred only by the evil taste of Zima

Last night SMELLS LIKE TEASE SPIRIT took the sweltering Slipper Room by storm, an enthusiastic packed crowd for a show full of amazing talent. It doesn't get much more 90's then Pop-Up Video, Freddie Mercury, Jewel, Nirvana, Wilson Phillips, Miss Saigon, Bjork and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Clams and I co-emceed, and had a great time; the only downside is not being able to just enjoy the show from the front row, but that's a small price to pay. Oh yeah, we'll have to do this again soon.

Wednesday nights at Slipper can be rough, but I think the lesson to be taken from last night, from a producing standpoint, is: promote it, and they will come. We came up with a fun hook, and promoted the hell out of it-and, I'm happy to note, put together a show that our performers wanted to invite people to as well. That's a pretty great combination for making a good crowd, even in the middle of the week.

Oh yeah, and Zima totally still exists. We found some to use as a gag going into the intermission. I tried that shit in college once (we always had it around for the one girl who didn't drink beer), and remembered it tasting like flat Sprite. I was wrong, it actually tastes like citrusy death. Especially after sitting backstage for 3 hours.