How could I forget?

Last Saturday I spent one of the all time great evenings in my life - laughing like an idiot for two plus hours while John Cleese held a full house wrapped around his little finger - and all of his other fingers including his thumbs. I had anticipated a delightful time - it was super fragilelisticly delightful. Truly beyond description - which probably is fortunate for you as there is no way trying to quote him would do justice to being there.