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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 going to (SELFLESSLY AND MASOCHISTICALLY, I might add, YOU’RE WELCOME) urge you to read Marjorie’s descriptions of the possible events a tiny bit more carefully before voting ends in a half hour. Worst. Night. Ever. is only as worst as you make it, and so far I’m lucking out.

With honor and distinction, Erik Henriksen served as the executive editor of the Portland Mercury from 2004 to 2020. He can now be found at henriksenactual.com.

5 replies on “You Guys Are Voting Wrong for Worst. Night. Ever.”

  1. I’m assuming people are figuring there’s an easier escape from being on Tabor than there is from being STUCK ON A BOAT.

  2. Most LDS I’ve known (aside from the couples that come to your door) are fairly nice people, and I imagine a boatride with a bunch of young, single Mormons would be fairly pleasant.

    Well done, Blogtown.

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