Bad news: we sold out.
Good news: we’re moving to a larger venue—an unspecified location in Glendale, which is apparently not in any sense “the ghetto.” In this space, Richard and I will be debating in the round, stalking like lions around a circular stage, while Anna keeps us in line with her shiny black whip. If you miss this, what are you doing with your life?
The VIP dinner is full but we’ve added about a hundred good seats and about 50 cheap seats. In the cheap seats, the view is still good, the sound is still good, but your feet may be bitten by small ratlike monkeys. The management disclaims all responsibility.