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Ahhhh,
yes. Hothouse.
The house of heat. The heated house. When the Hodgepodge Society
got the call to perform at such a prestigious event, we were on
safari on the Yucatan Peninsula. For anyone in the know, Hothouse
is one of the premiere parties on the Pittsburgh arts scene, so
the Hodgepodge Society was obliged to answer the call. We quickly
hopped on our plane (which we have have now outfitted with snakes,
in order to keep up with the times) and got back to Pittsburgh,
post haste. Hothouse needed us and, by gum, we would be there. |
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Sir
Joseph and Lord Robert prepare for the evening. And YES! That
is an official Hodgepodge t-shirt Sir Joseph's wearing and YES!
It's comfy and attractive. Click the pic for a closer view. |
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We were not sure
what to expect when we arrived. Would the house actually be on
fire? It turned out that it was...figuratively speaking of course.
The night was alive with giant inflatable sculptures, massive
puppet people, fire eating savants, and of course the Hodgepodge
Society. Truly this would be a night to remember, what with all
of the free beer, trendy appetizers and the $40 ticket price.
The Hodgepodge Society was ready for just about anything. |
Sir
Joseph and Lord Robert make some new friends. We're not exactly
sure where they hailed from, but we're fairly certain it wasn't
from anywhere near the Van Allen belt. And DAMN...they could dance. |
And anything was
what we encountered. The night was a live with artistic integrity
and poor decisions, two things the Hodgepodge Society knows ALL
about. After much drinking and frivolity, the time came to perform.
And perform we did. While the dulcemer tones of AC/DC thumped
above our heads, the Hodgepodge Society performed some of their
greatest hits to a capacity crowd...and by capacity I do mean
by that of a freight elevator....but I digress. Either way, all
was fun and merry until we ran afoul of one of Zeus' most regrettable
creatures...the hippy chick. |
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We
came across this gentleman who was truly gifted with the ability
to hammer 5 inch nails into his nose. Dear Lord, we wish we were
kidding. We still wake up screaming, thinking about it...and we're
pretty sure that's exactly what he wanted. Dude knew his Hamlet
too. |
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Tis true. Due to
a bit of a scheduling snafu, we found ourselves on the wrong side
of one of the least friendly members of the artistic food chain.
Armed with her guitar and her bloodthirsty need to be heard, our
show was interrupted by her pichouli fueled madness. Those close
to the Hodgepodge Society know this is a most greivous offense
and it is one that would be met with extreme prejudice and adult
situations. Our weapon? Wit. Her weapon? Questionable friend making
skills and general perturbance. This would be a battle that could
last for eons. |
Sir
Joseph and Lord Robert make another friend. Some say fire eating
while sitting on a bed of nails should be an Olympic sport. We
would have to agree. |
And by eons, we mean
about 15 minutes. For you see, our performance had come to an
end and a good time was still to be had that evening. We're normally
opposed to physical violence (although we were willing to make
an exception) so we removed ourselves, and the rest of the audience,
back into the party for more sexy good fun. Last we saw, she was
on her way to a drum circle to prey on more unwitting artists.
Poor bastards. So, YES! Hothouse. You were an interesting creature,
to say the least, and we look forward perhaps joining you again...except
we'll bring our own P.A. system next time...and maybe some sort
of poking stick to clear out the hippies. And we'll just juggle.
Juggling would definately be the way to go. Till next time! |
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The
evening's Hodgepodge Society toast. A glass was raised to all
of our friends and well wishers. Our AA sponsors never approve
of these. |
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