Desert Bus for Hope

There's a point in any Desert Bus for Hope run when you can tell the switch has just flipped from "we're doing this thing for charity" to "what are we doing again? Who cares, just keep doing it!"

Tonight was the night that switch flipped.

Do not ask us why we suddenly care this much about crabs. Ask yourself, why don't you care this much about crabs? And know that anyone who delves too deep into the "what" and "why" of Nightwatch will end up like Jacob here. Observe:

Jacob stands still, looking hesitantly around at all the people dancing and making crab hands at him. — Step 1: Jacob is puzzled and overwhelmed.

Jacob stands in the middle of the room, hesitantly conducting a chorus of people chanting "Teeth! Teeth! Teeth!" — Step 2: Jacob tentatively plays along.

Jacob bends over the couch and gets rammed in the butt by Graham wearing a bucket on his head. — Step 3: ONE OF US. ONE OF US.

Come visit us again anytime, Jacob! At your own risk, of course.

But Jacob was not our only visitor tonight! PJ needed a haircut, and what better time or place to get it done than during the middle of Nightwatch for a bit?

PJ and barber Devin sit in front of a black curtain. Devin cuts off well over six inches of brown hair and holds it up for PJ to see.

But then, things took a dark turn. Literally.

Graham holds a phone flashlight under his chin in an otherwise dark room. The shadow from the rims of his glasses stretches across his forehead in the shape of two thin horns.

Because we got a visit... from Jigpaw.

We had no choice but to drop meat off a ladder into Graham's open mouth while he wore a helmet labeled Meat. No choice! Jigpaw demanded it very politely!

Julie crouches on top of a ladder while Graham lies flat on the floor, face up, wearing a helmet that says "MEAT" in bright pink letters. She drops a large pepperoni directly into Graham's open mouth and the whole room cheers..

Mind you, some people just can't help but face god and walk backwards into hell. Specifically, Matt. Whether it be challenging chat to make him do 91 squats (and losing) or aggravating Ben, young Master Wiggins simply could not keep himself out of trouble this eve. Maybe he could take some lessons from Jordan in how to apologize (to LeVar Burton)?

We had a lot of fun tonight, and we're glad we spun out of control just in time for Rachel to see us at our burst. Tonight is her last night with Nightwatch, and we'll dearly miss her presence on our crew! At least we got a chance to sit down with her for an in-depth interview conducted professionally by Gibb.

Okay, Zeta. We dare you to get more weird than we were tonight. If anyone can do it, it's you... but we didn't make it easy!