We're in Chicago, and it's 3:20 AM. FLICKERNOT is apparently entertaining thoughts of kicking Dominic out of the band. Cory is being a jerk; it seems like he wants to kick him out just to cause trouble (remember: it's 3:20 in the morning. These guys are most likely completely slammed). Rex doesn't say anything, surprisingly. Brandin is pissed because he's looking to "win this thing," and he thinks the band is more important than Dominic's inconsiderate tomfoolery. Cory thinks that Brandin will "sacrifice harmony to make this work." Cory, don't be such a broomhead. In order to win, you have to actually have a band. Do you know how hard it is to get a drummer to just learn your songs, let alone want to go on tour with you? On VH1? Ahem.
Anyway, they finally agree that they will kick him out if "there is disrespect again." Cory, you're starting to suck big time. Dominic is most definitely a beast. There's no debate there. But he's your drummer. In your band. You don't have to even hang out with him. So what if he's a dick? He's a sick drummer. Leave it at that. Damn. After all is agreed, Brandin and Cory pour some beer on Dominic's butt-crack while he's sleeping. And these guys are bitching. At least Dominic has the nards to be a dick to you guys while you're awake. Next.
THE FANTABULOUS DODES 7 are outside the next morning, giving every waking soul they see a flyer. Okay.
HARLOW-BOM-BARLOW is, as usual, eating lunch at their hotel instead of promoting themselves in any fashion. All of a sudden some random Phi Sig '86 comes up and asks them to play a song for his friends bachelor party. In a limo. For 500 dollars. One song. Dude, not. Why don't people ever ask me to play them a song for 500 clams? I can totally do it. I do bar/bas mitzvahs, weddings, the occasional rooftop barbecue. If you're interested you can call oops. Anyway, HARLOW agrees. Rebecca speaks on the HARLOW way: "The 'HARLOW way' is running out the door, one sock up, one sock down, and 'Oops, I forgot my keys, I'm not gonna get there in time,' but somehow we always end up first at the finish line." Whatever, Becky. She bugs me.