Well folks, we tried taping a SMASHed finale with two of our best buds on the planet.
But alas, it wasn’t in the cards for a variety of reasons - technical problems, pure exhaustion, a broken corkscrew which limited our wine intake.
Also, WHO PUTS THE FINALE OF A TV SHOW THE SUNDAY NIGHT OF A HOLIDAY WEEKEND? I’m in the country yall. #NoCable #BarelyInternet
The morning after, these two photos (taken and tweeted by @jambajess) are all that remain from our drunken viewing laughfest…
Kenny told stories about his Tony nomination. Brendan fashioned a massive juice box of wine out of bendy straws and ingenuity. Their dog Mabel sighed and rolled her eyes A LOT. (Especially at Debra Messing.)
I’m sorry you all couldn’t have been here.
[Raises wine glass to Kyle’s memory.]
Thanks for watching all these months! It’s been real! (Real sloppy!)
I think we would buy a giant warehouse & make it a pinball hall of fame / concert venue / record store. We’d hire a really awesome competent staff and pay them insanely well so that we wouldn’t have to work the crazy hours but we’d be able to pop in and play any pinball game or see any band’s show whenever we wanted.
Being a big time fancy pants executive producer on some of Bravo’s biggest hit shows didn’t stop Matt Anderson from appearing on the SMASHed couch. And he made it just in time for a Broadway sex tape AND a 400 year old chorus girl.
(But seriously. Having Matt on the show was such a treat for me. The next logical step is getting Spielberg to drunkenly recap The Real Housewives of New Jersey.)
Janelle Monáe. One of the best shows I’ve EVER seen. It was an early 7pm industry thing at Joe’s Pub. But she and her band burned the place down! Whipped the crowd into a swinging-from-the-rafters tabletop-dancing frenzy!!