Somewhere late in the night, after the Doctor Atomic Symphony implosion had diminished in our blogger heads, there was talk of a show with live tweets, and some sort of promotion from PBR and bacon. Don’t ask. I could never explain.
Jen arrives on her mean motorscooter, and recalls Meredith Monk night, and makes the first, and I’m sure not the last, mention of the Squealing Mary at Kota, bacon-infused vodka with bacon garnish. Click.
And Old Skool Review finds Rapture. Click.