The OTB was begun to recognize those individuals whose service to the Freedom Party upholds the traditions and attitude of the event. It is named after the Terrace Bar inside the Stardust casino in Las Vegas. The Terrace Bar has a 2-for-1 happy hour that runs from midnight until 4 a.m. This is what we are looking for in Freedom Party spirit.
Past winners
2003--Micah Pilkington
After a bout of squabbling among Committee members, Ms. Pilkington built the Freedom Party website. She fielded approximately 94,612 detailed emails from Chuck about exactly when events took place, who threw up where, and so on. The Committee is satisfied that the Freedom Party is accurately represented on the Web because of her work.
Anticipated rebuttal: Paul's server log insists it did everything by itself. The Committee doubts this, but thanks it for its service.
2000--Jet Thompson
Although Jynette got all the attention--throwing up into a planter on the Strip, then trying to nap on the sidewalk in front of Slots O'Fun--her husband Jet actually receives the award. He supported and nurtured her in these activities rather than taking her back to the hotel, as anyone who was not in the fevered grip of Freedom Party madness would surely have done.
Rebuttal: Ms. Thompson refutes Jet's sole custody of this award. "Hey," she says, "I'm the one who can't drink martinis anymore!"
1999--Sean Wiggin and Richard Cogar
Mr. Wiggin (above, left) secured (from an unhappy and increasingly aggressive hotel security delegation) appropriate space for the festivities to continue after the Party was forcibly evicted from a hotel room due to complaints about "noise" and "fire code violations" and "sin." And, it should be noted, this new space came with waitress service. He showed initiative, intelligence, and an oily-smooth personal charm. His prompt actions saved the party.
Mr. Cogar (above, right) talked his way into the bowels of the Stardust's food service establishment and returned with a whole roasted turkey, an item which not only filled a dire need (for the Turkey Toss), but an item which also served perfectly as a symbol for the whole feeling of FPX: "We're not just sitting around a kitchen in Greeley, throwing slabs of turkey-esque lunch meat a couple of feet towards the table anymore. Nope. Not us. Now, we're throwing whole roasted turkeys a good 20 feet across a Las Vegas hotel meeting room!"