Ah the sweet smell of rejection

Saturday, May 3 we all got down and partied our sorrows away. Guests posted over 80 letters of rejection, ate wings, hamburgers and hot dogs, and danced for hours. The walls that flanked the stage/dance floor told a loooong story of attempts made and dreams reached for, reminding us that no one's in it alone, and that NY artists really are the toughest breed.

Thank you to everyone who joined us!

--OHT staff