massage therapy!
Would you rather juggle your schedule and pay a babysitter in order to attend a taping of a popular television comedy program that you adore, only to learn the next day that the show you watched was pulled from the schedule because of possibly offending a certain ethnic group, or attend the premiere of and post-premiere party for a movie made by the same people who made "Dude, Where's My Car?", and have some D-list celebrity get drunk and barf all over you?