Around the World
Tonight the Producer's tour hosted it's very first around the world party. We were lucky enough to have the night off so of course we had to put it to good use.
The evening started in Wisconsin where we partook in a quiz covering the history of the 'Dairy State'. Jello shots and Cran/vodkas were provided as well as a meat and 'cheese' platter.
We then continued to Ireland where Guiness and Bailey's flood like beer and liqueur. A fiery 'lute off' broke out but quickly subsided.
On we trucked to the Carribean. A few pirates greeted us at the door and forced everyone to limbo under swords for entrance to the room. Once inside we saw that the hosts had moved there mattresses and bed frames into the corner providing an island in the middle of the room for food. (I guess it was very easy) I don't remember the drink but I'm sure it was strong.
In New York City, the room I co-hosted, we treated the guests to an Appletini straight from the big apple. I've never had or made one so it might have been a bit vodka heavy. Ok a lot. We provided a New York/Producers cross word puzzle which proved to be harder than the New York Times'. Then the gang had to bob for apples in the Jaccuzzi tub.
In the next room, representing the Republic of Chad, we ate a small piece of bread and worms covered in dirt. When broken up into teams we did a project Chad, outfitting one team mate in clothing made from a collection of bathroom towels a la project runway. The bathtub was filled with coffee grounds and tea lights reminiscent of a muddy Chad river. Except for the tea lights.
We fled chad and headed off to Paris in the Spring. The room was decked out for lovers complete with chocolate covered croissants, champainge (however it's spelled) and blind folds.
The USSR provided some potato and cheese dish and black russians. I prefer a white russian but you can't really be picky. Their activity was a photo op with Stalin, provided by Jason Flanders in a Stalin wig and mustache from the show.
Finally, Mexico brought up the rear. With a pinata, tequilla shots, margueritta shots and sunbathers it really did feel like the streets of Tiajuana. Again, my spelling awful.
Even though the party was held in various rooms and last no later than 7:30 PM we got a few noise complaints and had to shush the rest of the evening. But oh well. It's nights like this that make touring worthwhile. And it was only 7:30.
I was very impressed by the lengths to which people went. Kudos. I tried to put some pictures up but blogspot.com has a new set-up. Oh well.
The evening started in Wisconsin where we partook in a quiz covering the history of the 'Dairy State'. Jello shots and Cran/vodkas were provided as well as a meat and 'cheese' platter.
We then continued to Ireland where Guiness and Bailey's flood like beer and liqueur. A fiery 'lute off' broke out but quickly subsided.
On we trucked to the Carribean. A few pirates greeted us at the door and forced everyone to limbo under swords for entrance to the room. Once inside we saw that the hosts had moved there mattresses and bed frames into the corner providing an island in the middle of the room for food. (I guess it was very easy) I don't remember the drink but I'm sure it was strong.
In New York City, the room I co-hosted, we treated the guests to an Appletini straight from the big apple. I've never had or made one so it might have been a bit vodka heavy. Ok a lot. We provided a New York/Producers cross word puzzle which proved to be harder than the New York Times'. Then the gang had to bob for apples in the Jaccuzzi tub.
In the next room, representing the Republic of Chad, we ate a small piece of bread and worms covered in dirt. When broken up into teams we did a project Chad, outfitting one team mate in clothing made from a collection of bathroom towels a la project runway. The bathtub was filled with coffee grounds and tea lights reminiscent of a muddy Chad river. Except for the tea lights.
We fled chad and headed off to Paris in the Spring. The room was decked out for lovers complete with chocolate covered croissants, champainge (however it's spelled) and blind folds.
The USSR provided some potato and cheese dish and black russians. I prefer a white russian but you can't really be picky. Their activity was a photo op with Stalin, provided by Jason Flanders in a Stalin wig and mustache from the show.
Finally, Mexico brought up the rear. With a pinata, tequilla shots, margueritta shots and sunbathers it really did feel like the streets of Tiajuana. Again, my spelling awful.
Even though the party was held in various rooms and last no later than 7:30 PM we got a few noise complaints and had to shush the rest of the evening. But oh well. It's nights like this that make touring worthwhile. And it was only 7:30.
I was very impressed by the lengths to which people went. Kudos. I tried to put some pictures up but blogspot.com has a new set-up. Oh well.
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