But before I explain what it is, two quick things:
1) Opening night was fantastic. The crowd seemed to really love what Neil, Krista, Meg, Shayna, Luke, Ben, and the rest of the crew put together, and how the cast played it out. It seriously exceeded the expectations of my far-too-optimistic imagination, which is saying a lot.
2) To anybody that was at our opening night and looked through the program, I want to correct a horrendous oversight of mine. In the rush of things, I forgot to give credit where it was due to one of my roommates and close friends, Cristina Diaz-Borda, for all of her help in keeping me sane and picking up my slack (which can often be quite a bit), especially with the show. She should have been credited as “Production Assistant” as well as “Graphic Design” for her dual roles in maintaining-my-sanity and making-a-kickass-poster/logo-image. So start clapping.
And now the contest:
When I stepped out of the hall today for intermission, bladder ready-to-explode, I was greeted with a surprisingly long line at the bathroom, and it got me thinking… what was my worst bathroom experience ever?
I’ve got a pair of VIP tickets for any show in our second week (February 11-14, pending availability) for whoever tells me the funniest/weirdest/worst/awe-inspiringly-terrible — and true — bathroom experience they’ve ever had.
I guess I can also give two runner-up prizes of VIP tickets for the Wednesday show too, if you really want.
All you need to do to enter is leave your experience as a comment on this post, or even write something on your own blog and link it back here (so’s I can be notified).
And… go! I’ll email the winners on… Monday evening, I guess? And I’ll announce them here, too.