Welcome back to the Blogtown series we like to call “Worst. Night. Ever.” Every Wednesday when we’re discussing our event picks for the week, someone suggests an event which is the equivalent of throwing acid in our eyes—but we also realize a more enlightened person might love it! Hence, these “risky” events are often unfairly […]
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Wm. Steven Humphrey’s Worst. Night. Ever!: FaerieWorlds
For those just joining us, the reasoning behind Worst. Night. EVER! is for you to gain some sort of sick sadistic satisfaction out of a Mercury employee’s suffering and unhappiness. But for me, it means something different. For me, it’s about exposing ourselves to a culture that you or I would never voluntarily explore, and […]
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It’s Wm. Steven Humphrey’s Worst. Night. Ever!
Welcome back to the Blogtown series we like to call “Worst. Night. Ever.” Every Wednesday when we’re discussing our event picks for the week, someone suggests an event which is the equivalent of throwing acid in our eyes—but we also realize a more enlightened person might love it! Hence, these “risky” events are often unfairly […]
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It’s Denis Theriault’s Worst. Night. Ever!
Welcome back to the Blogtown series we like to call “Worst. Night. Ever.” Every Wednesday when we’re discussing our event picks for the week, someone suggests an event which is the equivalent of throwing acid in our eyes—but we also realize a more enlightened person might love it! Hence, these “risky” events are often unfairly […]
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Alison Does Standup: A Beginner’s Guide to Open Mic Comedy. Kind Of.
tldr video’s after the jump Last week, Mercury readers voted to send me to perform standup comedy at an open mic. And I was okay with that! It was easily my top choice from my Worst. Night. Ever. options; it would make the most interesting writeup, and it might give me some fresh insight into […]
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It’s Alison Hallett’s Worst. Night. Ever.
Welcome back to the Blogtown series we like to call “Worst. Night. Ever.” Every Wednesday during our weekly “My, What a Busy Week” pitch meetings, someone suggests an event which is the equivalent of throwing acid in our eyes—but we also realize a more enlightened person might love it! Hence, these “risky” events are often […]
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Worst. “Night.” Ever. If by Night You Mean Three Days.
Every time it’s my turn for Worst. Night. Ever. someone points out that, as Ned put it, I have a problematically high “tolerance for bullshit.” Something about that, along with my loud aversions to certain footwear, led my coworkers and Blogtown voters to concoct not just a single, event-based night of torment, but three solid […]
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It’s Marjorie Skinner’s WORST. NIGHT. EVER!
Welcome back to the Blogtown series we like to call “Worst. Night. Ever.” Every Wednesday during our weekly “My, What a Busy Week” pitch meetings, someone suggests an event which is the equivalent of throwing acid in our eyes—but we also realize a more enlightened person might love it! Hence, these “risky” events are often […]
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Worst. Night. Ever.: Ecstatic Dancing and Lots of Dong
It wasn’t my intent to be this summer’s first victim of Worst. Night. Ever—the schedule just sort of turned out that way. And my coworkers laid it on THICK, throwing down three truly uncomfortable options like they had been saving ’em up all year. I’ll level with you: I am glad I didn’t have to […]
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The Return of… WORST. NIGHT. EVER!
It’s back! Welcome to the triumphant return of the Blogtown series we like to call “Worst. Night. Ever.” Every Wednesday during our weekly “My, What a Busy Week” pitch meetings, someone suggests an event which is the equivalent of throwing acid in our eyes—but we also realize a more enlightened person might love it! Hence, […]
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Worst. Night. Ever.: Scientology Hates Me
L. Ron Hubbard could rock an ascot Erica is from Germany, probably in her seventies and really a very nice lady once you get her talking. She’s also a Scientologist, and last Thursday she broke some delicate news to me. We were sitting in a small cubicle off the lobby in the Church of Scientology’s […]
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Worst. Night. Ever.: Enter the Dungeon!
You people could have had me selling egg-encrusted forks on Alberta Street last week—one more clod stinking up the place with my “folk art” during Last Thursday’s overhyped teenage bacchanalia. Instead, you sent me to a kink show at Bossanova Ballroom and then a foam party. Remember? It was my turn for our “Worst. Night. […]