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(‘Twas, indeed, magnificent. I only watched, like, 20 minutes of Crowder, then we just went back to the Chick-Fil-A that had “Catering” as they called it. There was no Chick-Fil-A. Only noodles. Which had a weird aftertaste. But it did feel fun and rebellious to be in a Chick-Fil-A on a Sunday… And then we just hung out in their green room and played football and Uno. Crowder’s keyboard player is hilarious, I’ll just say that.)