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So last night I went with my friend Dave to an open mic night at the Talking Head. It had been a while since I had been to the Talking Head and now it is in it's new location at the site of the old ottobar. Yeah.

So I went and saw Dave's place for the first time. He lives with no furniture, it's funny. Sort of like the electronics genie removed all of the furniture and replaced it with electronics. He gave me the alcohol he had bought be (because I am underage and must resort to pestering my older friends to hook it up) and we were on our way.

We hopped in the car and got to the Talking Head all early. To entertain ourselves we got some drinks and watched the very eclectic head of the "Gong Show" run about getting everything in order. I was suprised that he was that organized. I heard open mic night and figured it would be a free for all. But that was not the case as I was soon to discover.

So Mr. Indie Sweater talks to Dave and gives him a sticker for his gear that says "6". Right! 6 is a good number. I figured we'd get to hang around through the first 5 acts, and then we'd maybe stay for a few more and then head out.

So, we waited for Dave's bandmate to arrive. He and his girlfriend arrived, and we all chatted. Thrilling.

In the meantime, the club was quickly filling up. Person after person showed up and checked in with Mr. Indie Sweater. I was able during this time to find out exactly what we were in store for.

Apparently the night was called "Gong Show" because there was a very large gong which would be used to "boot" people off stage if they sucked. There would be a panal of judges who would talk to the acts and then rate their performances. And to think that I thought it was just your average everyday open mic night. Now I put boot in quotes because apparently they weren't planning on booting anyone. There were preset acts which were supposed to suck, and they were going to be the ones getting booted so that we all could maintain our happy-go-lucky gong show spirits. Yep. The panal consisted of two girls, and a very drunk guy who was reffered to as "That guy" and "The drunken bar owner".

Bar owner? I have my doubts about that one. He had a fun sparkly bracelet with spikes on it, and was wacking the hell outta the gong within 15 minutes of our arrival at the Talking Head. He proceeded to flounce around for the rest of the evening living up to his name of "That guy". He was the embodiment of "That guy".

Finally things get rolling and we listen to a bunch of performers. All is well. Then some comedians. All still well. We pass the 6th performer. All suddenly turns from well to suspicious. Oh the drama!

Dave's bandmate is restless, his girlfriend is even more restless. I am entertained. Dave is tipsy. The fun is happening.

After it hits 10:30 we start to think that the well organized Gong Show is perhaps deviating from it's well organized structure into a more chaotic arena of grumbling performers and whatnot.

I am non plussed. Others are plussed, or whatever the opposite of nonplussed is.

Finally they get to go on. It is wonderful. I am moved. Dave giggled a lot.

I must go to class now. I will tell the rest of this story tonight.