Courtney Cox, I love you, you're so hot, on that show.

Awesome WYSIWYG last night. It’s amazing how much talent there is out there in the “blogosphere.” (I had to put it in quotes, because I feel like such a fucking geek using words like “blogosphere.”) The six Jewish performers (and one token Christian) kept us rolling with their tales of Jewy-ness, although I admit that a couple of times I had to look to my (Jewish) companion for explanations of Yiddish terms that were previously unknown to me. Always up for increasing my vocabulary!

Martha Garvey, the non-Jew, kicked off the evening with her funny and touching tale of her kind-of Jewish dog. Then my memory of the order gets a little hazy, but I know that Richard Jeffrey Rothstein killed with a story of his family’s hush-hush tradition of putting up a Christmas tree and secretly celebrating Christmas each year (and then he handed out mini bottles of scotch to Chris and a few lucky audience members). Annie Karni related the smart and funny history of her own journey of Jewish self-identification, and then Dan Fishback slayed us first with his description of his drag creation “Anne Frankenstein,” followed by a harrowing account of a trip to the doctor for his, um, bleeding ass. According to him, nothing is more Jewish than complaining (kvetching?) about health problems... Susie Felber kept up the laughs with her wide-ranging accounts of strife at US Magazine (only to find out there was an editor in the audience) and strife within her own Jewish family. Josh Bernstein told of getting blood taken from his penis (sorry, not Jewish, and don’t remember the word for this “ceremony”), and finally Matt Loren Cohen presented an all-out multimedia extravaganza (ok, slideshow) depicting his Bar Mitzvah, which he described as the gayest Bar Mitzvah Boca Raton has ever seen.

All in all, an entertaining and educational evening!

Afterwards it was over to Company for a drink, which turned into a few drinks, which led to being jokingly told by the (very cute) bartender, “No PDA in my bar!” She then proceeded to buy us round after round of drinks, noting, “You guys are gonna get druuuuuuunk.” And I was like, "Yeah, and you’re gonna be sorry when the PDA really starts!” So not sure what that was all about, but hey, I’m not one to turn down rounds of free drinks! Ended up being much too tired (and ultimately, drunk) to head over to Phoenix with the guys (maybe next time), so we slapped a $20 tip down on the bar and stumbled out into the suddenly freezing Manhattan streets.