When it’s Wednesday and there’s a specific need for content filler, the rest of the editors of GBH turn to me and say, “Write it, we don’t care.” That’s the level of trust instilled in my abilities by this writing staff, and I take it very seriously. This week, I turned to you, the loyal Wildcard reader, and asked what the worst event you’ve ever been to was like.
Now, there were a lot of interesting submissions. We had a fat polka party (actually sounds fun), some crappy Aggie football memories (they’re still events), a bad blind date (sheesh), and even our very own GBH Meetup (shocking, we know).