Looking for love? Why not try The Cannery? Oh, because last call is at 11:30 p.m. on Fridays, and you don't like early-20s Newport girls in tight little cliques? So be it. Personally, I like the soundtrack of Supertramp, even if frat boys do, too. And they have a really neat mosaic bar that changes color like the pillars at LAX, blown-glass jellyfish hanging from the ceiling, and creatures on the bar that are Dr. Suess-meets-The Addams Family's Thing.
Todd Mathews reports on the seventh annual OC WeeklyTheater Awards(I was too busy having a miserable week at home to be there for you, my beloved readers): "It was funny, touching, outtacontrol, well-behaved, sophisticated, riotous, political and ironic. And there was much free Vox Vodka. DJ Danny Love provided the soundtrack. [Theater editor] Joel Beers was funnier than a George W. Bush speech, less dangerous, and more articulate. Addison Glines' dad took the stage for a moment to hand out a scholarship in his late son's name, choked up and delivered a check for $250 to Aaron G. Lamb, the Cal State Fullerton student who won Best College Performance. . . . Someone noted publicly the irony of a Weekly party held in a remarkable theater space named after the wife of the evil George Argyros, and South Coast Repertory's Martin Benson followed by observing just as publicly that no good deed—SCR's donation of that ornate space to the Weekly for one night—goes unpunished." He's absolutely right.