bring out the bucket, bring out the cloth

Just when we'd given up hope on our dear friend, Jimmy, he finally was able to make it to one of my shows for the first time ever. I don't know what he thought was going to happen if he came to any of the others, but I think he's seen they're relatively painless and maybe even the perfect way for one to spend their Friday night. Despite some minor flubbing, flustering, and complete loss of my ba-jezzus, the night went along swimmingly enough. If you weren't there, I wish you had been! Dizang! Be there next time! No excuses!