Second City hosted their annual benefit, "Letters to Santa" to fulfill the Christmas wishes of some Chicago families. Little did those families probably know, but the benefit was 24 straight hours of filthy talkin' improv artists. Though they were hilarious, thankfully the crass, improvisational comedy was punctuated by lovely performances by a determined but hoarse Nina Nastasia and my golden rock god, Jeff Tweedy.
Well, Ok. Nina told nasty, nasty sex and butt stories in between songs too...
This was at about 2 am on Tuesday night. I heard that things got really wild around 5am. Think whatever you like.
Tweedy called this a "lap dance" performance, where you could bid to have him serenade a song of your chosing, right up in your grill. No one was immune to the filthiness. Pictured here, Tweedy is slavishly or whorishly selling himself for the living room performances, where he will play 30 songs in your home. (all for charity, of course) And let me tell ya, Tweedy is one HIGH CLASS somethin' with the amount of money that was being thrown around. Note the red lighting, that was intentional. 
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