What Philadelphia restaurant had a disastrous New Year’s Eve party in which they ran out of booze at 9:30 p.m., and people started throwing bottles and stealing artwork before the cops showed up?

Rival quizmaster and occasional quizzo player John K. will be producing a play that’s going to be appearing at the Adrienne(2030 Sansom) this week. If you get a chance, check it out.
“The Distance From Here,” by Neil LaBute, is dark, funny, nihilistic entertainment. Basically what you’d expect from a show Stephen and I produce. We’ve got a fantastic young cast and this one is going to blow you right out of the seats. And it’s the Philadelphia premiere (our first) so that’s pretty neat too.

To read more about the play and to order tix, click here. If you enter the code “jgt” when you check out, you get your tix for only $10!

Alright, so I’m running a little late on quizzo write ups this week. Sorry, but the world famous year in review takes a lot of time and dedication. I’m heading out of town tommorrow, so I probably won’t be able to get stories up until Monday. Yeah, I know it’s a bummer, but you’ll be ok. A few other notes: First, there will be a MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT next week, so be sure to check back then. Also, I will be hosting a Sports only quizzo on January 9th at Barristers Bar and Grille, (1823 Sansom Street) which should be a blast. I’m returning to my roots, at least for this one time (when I started doing quizzo in 2002 I was doing all sports questions). First prize is a $50 gift certificate. Be sure to vote in the updated poll (lamest celebrity of 2005). In the meantime, I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year, and I look forward to seeing you next year!!!

Today is the birthday of the most wonderful woman in the world-my mom (far right, with Team Hater)! Happy birthday mom! You rock!

So I’m watching It’s a Wonderful Life the other night, and I notice that Mr. Potter looks eerily like one of my favorite government figures. But I’m sure it’s just a coicidence. I mean, there’s no way DICK CHENEY COULD BE MR. POTTER’S LOVE CHILD OH MY GOD NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE!!!

Our 28th state was admitted to the Union on December 29th, 2005. What state was it? Oops, I meant, December 29th, 1845.

Alright, gang, it’s been a fun week. Hope you enjoyed the Holiday spectacular. Best team name last night: Chuck Norris doesn’t read books…he just stares at them until they give him the information he needs. Worst answer: Who wrote the Gift of the Magi? I could not accept Lou Tilley. Hey guys, be safe and have a great holiday. I’m heading down to Virginia in just a few minutes. And check back next week, as I’ll start to post my year in review. In the meantime, click here and watch this dude do a mean robot (scroll down a little to see it.) Happy Holidays everyone!

Biggie’s coming out with a new album, called Duets, which was co-produced by Puffy and Big’s mom. Anyway, surprise, surprise, there was a violent attack at the release party last night. Thanks to Jon for sending this in.

As you all know, there are very few people I hate. It’s a small club, including the likes of Celine Dion, Dick Cheney, and the entire population of Manyunk. One of the members of that club is, of course, P. Diddy, a worthless talentless hack who would be nothing if he hadn’t ridden in on Biggie’s coattails (quick, name a great song Puffy has produced since 1997). So the following paragraph in Rolling Stone magazine (from a great story on the cover up by the LAPD in the Biggie murder) only added fuel to the fire. Hopefully, it will help you learn to hate this man as much as I do.
The man who would be Diddy had failed to fully cooperate with the investigation of B.I.G.’s death ever since it had begun back in 1997. Notorious B.I.G. was not only the Bad Boy label’s biggest earner, but also, supposedly, one of Combs’ closest friends. Yet Puffy had made it clear from the start that he would be doing nothing to help police solve the murder. Gregory Young, who had been sitting next to B.I.G. when he was shot to death, told Poole that Combs went so far as to tell the other members of the Bad Boy entourage that “if our names even appear on a witness list, we’re out of a job.” And now, suddenly, the other witnesses who were in the vehicle with B.I.G. on the night of his death also seemed to be losing their memories.