Gwen's Corner

I'm going to keep this short and simple because - thanks to this show and the Denton Show - I've had maybe six hours sleep in the last three days and tonight is the only chance I have to catch up before I go back to work.

Anyway, it was The White Trash Show. It was sold out. There were lots of women in short-shorts and Hooters T-Shirts in the audience, lots of pregnant women (real and fake), beer t-shirts, liquor hats and all that stuff like that there.

Scary thing is there's a lot of people who fit right in who I think had no idea we were doing a theme show and didn't appreciate us complementing them on their "costume". At least, that's my excuse for the large quantity of people who weren't laughing.

So after a pre-show which featured a NASCAR rally around the inside of the theater, Madame Leah dropped the big bomb... that in addition to being The White Trash show, tonight would also be a name-out-of-the-hat show.

Our Revised Core Line-Up wound up being...

FRANK - Mary
JANEET - Nugget
BRAD - Eris
RIFF - Emily
MAGENTA - Sean
COLUMBIA - Marc
DR. SCOTT - Wes
ROCKY - Shannon
EDDIE - Wolf
CRIMMIE - Halo

Some of the few things I remember...

* Shannon's screams at the news she had to play Rocky

* The girl in the Marilyn Monroe style dress made out of a white trash bag.

* The trailer-tank and the cardboard cut out of a guy who looked exactly like Neil Patrick Harris except for the face.

* That damn Kid Rock song that samples "Sweet Home Alabama" despite being about his summers in Michigan.

* Halo having no idea what to do with Crimmie, so she decided to strip during all of her scenes. Nobody had a problem with this.

* "You might be a Bastard if..." signs around the theater interior.

* Jason's usual "mocking Columbia" during the "My God, I can't stand anymore!" speech isn't nearly as funny when he's following behind Marc, who looks like he is making fun of an invisible Columbia.

Sorry I don't really remember more, but I'm bloody tired and was spending most of my time last night looking at the audience and trying to gauge the reaction of a drunk of tired/sleepy/offended rednecks than watching the stage and the show.

I know. I'm a bad reporter. Wanna spank me?