Spillhouse was born in New York City.

The mom? A gal named Olive (that's me).

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Once upon a time, in a little Lower East Side bar called the "Cake Shop", there was a live storytelling event buzzing in the basement...and damn was it fun.

 

I invited anyone who had a jaw-dropping, relatable, outrageous, incriminating, hilarious (and always true) story to take the mic. Everyone from quick-witted comedians to animated actors to subway conductors and aspiring interns signed up to spill.

 

The crowd was full of folks like you...folks who had a hankering for a fun night out that didn't require bottle service, screaming over loud music, or paying a big fat check. And who,

like me, could use a lil mental vacation from the serious vibes swirling around in the outside world. 

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Fast forward 13 years later and...

 

Spillhouse is now calling Columbus home.

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If taking a load off, having a good time, and hanging with good people is something you're after, you knocked on the right door.​

 

Hang Soon,

Olive