Lies.
Eight brave contestants swigged a few cheap dranks, then booz-fidently strode to the stage when their name was called. They were given a topic and had 30 seconds to come up with a pithy "toast" to or about that topic. At first, the obscene ones were the crowd favorites, but that genre quickly waned in popularity once glimmerings of true humor were brought on stage. But in the end, scat, Girl Scouts and Orlando were the topics du jour that got the audience on their feet and voting for their favorite "toasters." But really, their opinions mattered not since the whole competition was being judged by a panel of three "celebrity" (har!) judges: myself (failed culture blogger), Orlando Weekly's Seth Kubersky (who can't even spell the word "facebook") and Enzian Theatre's PR diva Jordana Meade (who was so ill, the whole night she blew snot into tissues and never once swigged a free beer.)
The winner was... I don't remember. Who cares? Its a fun event you all should slap yourselves for missing. We will be there again for 2011, even if we're not a "celebrity" judge and even if you don't show up.
