
Thanks for asking! I went to a stranger's apartment armed with a six-foot bong to deliver this year's Strangercrombie-purchased annotated home viewing of Showgirls.
This isn't the first time I've had to do such a thing. In 2007, the winner of the Strangercrombie Showgirls arranged a private screening at Northwest Film Forum. Last year, the winners—a pair of Capitol Hill newlyweds—held a semi-glamorous Showgirls house party for their law-student friends. (Law students make very good movie audiences, as they are trained to notice everything.) This year, the winner was a sweet twenty-something Seattle dude who had me over to host the screening in his apartment, which was filled with his sweet twenty- and thirty-something friends.
Invariably the klutziest part of these screening parties is the transition from "fun party where everyone's drinking and chatting" to "party where everyone has to sit down, shut up, and pay attention to Showgirls." But you know what helps make that transition go smoothly? A six-foot bong, this one supplied by the good folks at Piece of Mind, around which roughly a third of the party's guests gathered for frightfully large hits prior to the commencement of Showgirls.
As for the show: As always, it was a mind-blowing delight. Nearly half of the partygoers were experiencing Showgirls for the first time, and all were properly amazed. Highlight of the evening (for me, at least): the audience member who responded to some bit of onscreen business with a real-life spit take. (Have you ever experienced a real-life spit take? I'm not talking about some fakey approximation. Anyway, it was amazing, like seeing an actual chicken actually crossing an actual road.)
And of course, the whole boob-and-bong-and-spit-soaked evening was for the kids. Thanks to last night's winner for making the whole thing possible. (And if you're simply dying to see Showgirls as soon as possible, I'm hosting a public screening next Friday at the Triple Door.)
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