Paramount stage, unoccupied
New specs!

"Jihad E. Coyote"

That's Jerry Seinfeld's name for a suicide bomber whose payload goes off too early due to error or whatever, resulting in the death of the bomber himself without the intended target casualties or damage. Failed mission, how embarrassing it must be, etc. etc.

I nearly laughed myself into coughing fits at that one.

The show was a scream throughout. The opening act, whose name I did not catch, was mildly amusing, but Seinfeld as usual had me near death from the laughter.

And for once, all the people seated around us actually laughed with the show. Every time before, at least one person next to us would be stone-faced throughout the show, like Colonel Flagg from M*A*S*H, though I doubt by the same method.

Anyway, 'twas a good show and our parking was included in the season-ticket package, so we got in and out in no time at all. I was home by 22:00, felt positively middle-aged after what seemed like a full rich day and the nightly local news was still an hour away.

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