I can’t remember if I’m capitalizing words in titles on these blog entries… so pardon any inconsistencies.  I’ll try to cover the last day and a half in this post.

Wednesday!  That was the day of our show, and as I stated earlier, the live show was pretty much the crux of our pitch.  It’s easy to describe Don’t Spit the Water, but it’s pretty hard to invoke its essence without witnessing an actual performance.  Goal #1 for me was to put on an awesome show, one that was too funny to ignore.

We arrived at the theater at 3pm for our load-in and tech.  The space was set up surprisingly similarly to that of The Playground, only about double the size.  The performance area was a concrete floor, and the seats were on risers.  We had a few platforms that we could move around, but for the most part the set was very similar to what you’d see at The Playground.  Fuzzy found a great way to hang the curtains and signs, and we had some chairs and tables at our disposal as well.

The theater provided us with a stage manager, light tech, and sound tech.  It was so neat to do the show in such a professional venue.  They walked us through our script, set light and sound cues, and basically treated us as if we were The Lion King instead of some BYOB late night comedy show.  I want to give big props to the whole crew at The Hudson Theater, who were all very welcoming and helpful.  After a couple of run-throughs, we took a break before the show.

Nervousness set in.  Oh boy, did nervousness set in.

Our final reservation count was about 90, and the house filled up pretty nicely.  I don’t think we actually had 90 people there, but we had enough people to make a good impression, and to make the house feel full.

At about 8:05, the stage manager called places.  Then, a few minutes later, we did our silly comedy show.

Success! This was one of our best performances of the show. We played a fast and tight 35-minutes. Everything worked as planned. We put on our best performances of the show’s best bits, and the crowd reaction was everything we could have hoped for.  So my verdict: A+.  Now that guarantees us nothing.  But now we can go home without any regrets, knowing we put on the best show we were capable of putting on.

We hung around for some meeting and greeting, then hoofed it to an English pub called the Cat & Fiddle.  At some point we ended up back at the hotel, and then it was today.

I’m going to skip a lot of stuff now.  Our MTV meeting was cancelled, but I had our Comedy Central pitch meeting earlier today.  All I can really think to say is that it went as well as I could have hoped,  and now we get to cross our fingers and play the waiting game for a few weeks.  I’ll be flying home tomorrow afternoon filled with guarded optimism about the wide array of results we might expect from this week’s adventures.  And maybe at some point I’ll blog about our pitch meetings in a little more detail, once things work their way to some conclusion.

Fun trip.  I lost my wallet at one point, but before Becky could Fed-Ex me my passport and a bank card, it surfaced again.  I took a little sojourn to downtown LA to find a little fast food joint I ate at when I was here on business a few months ago, and it was just as good as I remembered it.  I drove through Beverly Hills and saw big, big homes for people with big, big wallets.  Tonight we’re going to explore this town a little more, with most of the pressure behind us.