Last Night with Jimmy Fallon

We tweeted, we posted videos on YouTube, set viral statuses on Facebook, and even organized a flash mob.  But it wasn't until a certain bulldog named Blue II sent a simple tweet did Jimmy Fallon from Late Night with Jimmy Fallon agree to return to my college, Butler University, in Indianapolis.  And let me tell you right now: I did not participate in any of it.
Personally I am not a night owl, I conk out at 10:00 pm like clockwork.  So I have never seen Jimmy Fallon.  Ever.  When the tickets went on sale my friends were jumping up and down squealing about how "this is a once in a lifetime opportunity" and "we should totally go."  Since I was the only one who was free on that day, I volunteered to purchase three tickets (one for me, one for my beloved roommate Diq*, and one for our friend) from the box office at Clowes Hall (it's pronounced CLUES, not KL-OWWS).  
Sexual references soar over my head like bluebirds unless they are blatantly waved in front of my face, and believe me: the sex jokes were loud and proud during "Jimmy Fallon and Friends."  The opening act was the host dancing in a Wonder Woman leotard and directing the cameras to project his "package" to the main view screen and suggesting the art students drink it in and create a coal-sketched portrait of it.
Mr. Fallon's writers each did their own brief stand-up routine to warm up the crowd.  The performances ranged from singing self-written lyrics to the Jurassic Park theme song and determining what qualifies as "sex" to talking about how he rummaged through the garbage for a plastic coffee cup just so that he could go to the bathroom at Starbucks.  Did I laugh?  Yes, they were very good at making fun of themselves.  Did I blush at the lack of censorship?  As red as a beet.
I'm not going to deny that although the writers had their moments, Jimmy produced the most laughs and was the most anticipated part of the show. (The writers were a good build up, however).  Just the energy released by the audience was impressive.  Fan loyalty is a very powerful thing and says quite a bit about someone.  No doubt it's because Mr. Fallon has a knack for staying in tune with what's happening in the audience: he cracked jokes about several people in the front row by name and major, commented when someone walked in late, and even acknowledged a sign made by a girl about her boyfriend.
And, although it was highly discouraged, my dear roomie filmed some of it on her iphone.  Not all of it came out clearly, but she managed to send me the cleanest videos (which I have taken the liberty of compiling together):

*For those who haven't read my last post, that is not my roommate's actual name.  She just wanted me to omit her real name and refer to her as Diq Ballz.