Saturday continued:

Now it was time for a change of bands. And a little game The Clarks like to call, ‘Injure the Audience’. Sometimes you see a drummer throw his sticks into the crowd. This tends to be somewhat announced and lightly done. Which is why it was odd to see a bass guitar homing in on a guys skull in the back row, like an arrow from Robin Hood. Luckily a security staff member picked this thing out of midair right before it punctured his temple. ‘The Catch’ was actually amazing. Before we awed ‘The Clarks’ for their musical talent, now we feared them for their mob-like tactics.

Another guy you could fear would be the lead singer of ‘Fighting Gravity’ (the headliner). As Chris put it, "before I realized who it was, I thought he was a bouncer. That guy is huge. And ripped." Larger than life, this in-shape bald wonder stirred up the crowd with an energetic performance. This seemed to spur on more of the jumping. In addition to the Soldier Gang (which included Flap-Eared Hat Boy), there was now Tall Green Shirt Guy and Bad Tank Top Monkey Man. BTTMM looked like a 70s throw back (should’ve been), but he did at least get a little grabass going on with Tall Freaky Girl Who Couldn’t Dance. Unfortunately TFGWCD broke Chris’s naïve view that no woman could look bad dancing. It was sad really.

But this was ok, as she seemed to dance (and get grabbed) by any man around. Tall Green Shirt Guy was doing a little touching of his own. Upon spotting some of our women friends on the dance floor, he adjusted his jump routine to basically encircle them. I mean, he was literally jumping circles around the group. This was ok until the touching began. One of the girls just ignored him, another went away in disgust, and finally one just took a step back, wound up and kicked him square in the ass. Ahh, good old fashion violence.

This probably explains Elbow Throwing Boy. Short, broad and heavy, the man had a groove on that resembled a Univ of Cincinnati center in action. He was clearing out the paint for sure. For a man so heavy, he was certainly moving quick. No one was getting through his defense. The problem was all the momentum he was generating forced him to starting drifting. At one point I thought he was going to crash into TFGWCD, in which case I think the bleeding who have never stopped (smoking thins the blood, right?). By this point Blue Pimp Shirt Boy and Exhibitionist Girl had moved to the dance floor. Now we were also treated to Middle Age Bald Guy Trying To Surf. I don’t know what this man was doing, but amazingly some skinny blonde was dancing along with him, so what the hell.

While we are standing up laughing over the railing, it seems we were also drawing our own crowd. Kicking Skater Boy came down to get his groove on, as did Young Preppy Kid. And of course the Raleigh ubiquitous Young Chunky Smoking Girl. So now our railing of fun mocking has itself become a mockery. By this time, most of the group has had far too much to drink, people’s throats are sore from laughing and now Fighting Gravity has managed to mix a rap song into "Land Down Under". This was all topped off by hearing, "that Flute Guy kicks ass!"

Now members of all the bands are up on stage, some guy from the crowd had previously gotten on stage, Flute Guy is now playing a trombone and there’s a drummer standing on top of a speaker. At one point, I think they blew a speaker, the Bald Wonder is still inciting the crowd, and Drummer Idiot jumps from the speaker, appears to twist his entire body into a pretzel after landing wrong, and then pours beer all over Crome Dome.

A happy ending for all. The show breaks up, people leave, and our group is off to the IHOP. Fortunately Susan and I are going home. But I hear Scott took the name to heart as a challenge and tried to eat the entire house of pancakes. I think I prefer my late night meals as eggs cooked by babes instead!