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, […]
Worst. Night. Ever.
It’s Denis Theriault’s 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, […]
WORST. NIGHT. EVER.: Worseth Night
“Gryffindore the Wizard” (AKA “me”) WORSETH NIGHT: A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTSby Wm. Steven Humphrey ACT I, SCENE i: A Renaissance faire in Silverton, Oregon.Enter a blacksmith and a flamboyant wizard. BLACKSMITH: Good morrow to you, sir. WIZARD: What? …Oh, yeah. Umm… “and I bid thee the same, gentle sir?” BLACKSMITH: Is this thy first […]
It’s Wm. Steven Humphrey’s 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, […]
Worst Night Ever: Mormons! On a Boat!
WORST. NIGHT. EVER. It was exactly like this. For Blogtown’s continuing Worst. Night. Ever. series, you, the readers of Blogtown, sent me to the the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’ 22nd Annual Portland Regional Single Adult Conference—specifically, the “mixer” part of said conference, which took place during a two-hour cruise on the H.M.S. […]
You Guys Are Voting Wrong for Worst. Night. Ever.
Don’t get me wrong—I’ll attend whatever you guys send me to, and I’ll do my best to write it up in an entertaining manner. But in the interests of a Worst. Night. Ever. that even has a chance of going beyond the now cliched “Well, that was a little uncomfortable, but actually totally fine,” I’m […]
Erik Henriksen’s 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, […]
Worst. Night. Ever.: Steampunk Edition
Without looking anything up, here’s what I (think I) know about steampunks: They seem like people who liked Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer” video about four million times more than I did (and I liked it okay except for the sad parts with the monkey, which I hated). They are into old-timey Victorian clothing but with […]
Worst. Night. Ever.: A Visit to Laughter Club
I am not an easy laugher. At the movies, I can sit through an entire comedy stone-faced without cracking a smile, and afterward honestly say that I thought it was pretty funny. I can watch a stand-up comedian do a truly hilarious set and as everyone else in the room collapses in guffaws and chortles, […]
Marjorie Skinner’s 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, […]
Ned Lannamann’s 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, […]
Worst Morning Ever: The Christian Home-Schooling Conference
I’m not sure why y’all voted to send me to the Oregon Christian Home Education Conference instead of making me watch a nightmare stand-up set by Pauly Shore at Harvey’s. You do realize the conference’s registration fee—60 smackeroos!—is now sitting in the khaki pockets of right-wing folks who hate the women, the gays, and the […]
