Rapture or lack thereof

A senile asshat in California decided Saturday May 21 Jesus would return and take the faithful to heaven.  He lined out the very elaborate proof in scripture and numerology but completely forgot the part in the bible where it says no man can know the day!  The whole point to the vagueness of prophecy is so you can avoid the whole being wrong part. He's going to get what he deserves.  Saturday evening he had to look his followers in the eye and say 'oops'.  Can you imagine the realization he had to come to?  Either he was wrong and a spectacular lunatic (he is) or, and this is the part that would crush him, it did happen and he's still here!  Asshat.

While these well meaning followers of his were wringing their hand and praying I was at my own temple.  I planned to go out in style.  Jimmy played in Frisco, baby!  My friend Bad and I got kitchen passes and road tripped the 5 hours to Frisco,TX.  We were met by 4 friends (Steve, Stacy, Dan and Sharon) and the 6 of us tailgated until the show.  Even though it rained like a mofo on the trip down with flash flood and tornado warnings the grounds were in okay shap and there was no mud pit.  In fact, other than a brief time when I was concerned Steve had been raptured (false alarm he was checking out a jeep) it was a great time and everything was great.

The show was great as well.  You don't perform as long as Jimmy without polishing the show.  He has it all down.  He played the standards as well as dusting off a couple of my favorites from the past.

Live from the floor.  I would think this about sums it.

BTW the photo's in focus we're the ones out of focus.

I thought maybe we had in fact been raptured.  Jimmy on stage, all the beer I could drink, good friends and great food what what else could it be but heaven? The thing that brought me back to realization was the fact that without Angie and Chloe it couldn't be heaven, but man it was close.