11/10 - Union House Bar

Oh guess what - they had the Big Buck Hunter game there as well (see entry for Den Too), so that should give you some indication of what the evening was like.

My mic stand was set up directly in line with the starting spot for darts which read "the bull starts here". Coincidence? I think not.

Chloe was able to get some great still shots. It's so much easier to focus on the non-moving.

We had some dancers, which was good and then there was this one guy who was actually dancing on the bowling machine, which was not good. Kinda looked like some reenactment of what he might have remembered seeing at a strip joint (less the stripping), but no one felt compelled to give him any money.

Then there was Ed. He was special. This guy knew how to get money from people. No, he did not strip and that was a very good thing. He did hike his drawers up quite often, so I guess he was a reverse stripper. Anyway, he picked up the tip bucket and went around collecting money. Special Ed did not take his new found, self appointed duty lightly. He not only stopped at the tables and at the bar, but he stopped in front of every single person and demanded tips. When people said no and tried to wave him away, it just made him more determined. Not enough tips to skip town, but Ed did manage to get us some gas money for the van. Like I said, he was special.

Let's not forget the aliens. No, not really but that's what Rev. Marty was calling it. There was some ringing/buzzing combo goin' on and it was most disturbing. Well, damn it now I want combos. Gotta go.

11/2 - The Station

Project Mojo has supporters! And I'm not talkin' old lady support hose, or a guy's athletic supporters, either.

We had the UCC girls - Janet, Jean, Barbara, Chloe (& me) there. Those girls are just way too cute. One of them requested that I sing "Molly McGee", which Mud expanded on to call it "Fibber McGee". So, I'm thinkin' that song will never go by it's real name again.

Barry was the chaperon for the girls and seemed to enjoy himself.

We also had the Rattler, Mark, Cindy, and her brother there to show their support.

Sadly, it was a very uneventful night. No one got crazy, no one danced, except for Barbara as she danced her way out. But, on the bright side no one threw their boots at us this time (see blog entry for the Great Lakes Brewery).

Stay tuned for next weekend's entry when we have the full band. There's always something outrageous-ish when the whole band is together. Better yet, just get your ass out to the gig and experience it first hand!