A fun time was had by all in L.A., and I have nothing particularly bizarre to report, except that I did come across an amusing online review posted by an audience member. After we decided to close our first L.A. performance with a little ditty we like to call "Munching the Cooch," a lady declared online:
I thought it was interesting, and fun until the very last song. That was just too explicit to end the show. Maybe earlier in the show it wouldn't have been so dominant. But it colored my whole impression of them. I am not a prude, it is not that, but the end of a show to me has to wrap things up, not take off in a whole other direction that is shocking, more than anything else.
What's actually shocking, however, is how I repeatedly subject myself to being a part of Brandon's song, despite the fact that it makes me recoil in horror. Hey, if I wanted to think about the vagina as much as Brandon does, I wouldn't be a homo.
—Reporting From Glendale, California