As per usual, he was about two hours late getting started. Once things got going I counted no fewer than sixty people traipsing about the stage in various stages of undress and demonstrating innumerable methods of erotic dance, including but not limited to a contortionist pimp with a dildo for a nose, all while George sat motionless on a stool in the center.
This went on for at least four hours at which point, we decided to take our leave.
As far as I know, that show is still going, never to conclude.
I think George might transcend spacetime and that it's possible that both your show and mine are still going on somewhere in a broom closet aboard the mother ship.