He gave his life, and his head, so that we could have tasty pork tonight and go on to rock the house of a large private party in the middle of nowhere.
Until the rain came and stopped us right at our fourth song, and we had to wait an hour and hope that all our gear didn't get too wet. It didn't, we continued on and rocked them all decently, including getting a bunch of women-folk to start line-dancing. Call it a win.