Later, in an interview, Jon admits that he has "no idea where Tami is coming from." Personally, I don't know where any of this is coming from. The recent pool-room exchange wasn't even really an argument as much as it was just Tami being her usual demanding self. Guess Bunim and Murray are running out of footage, seeing as this is the penultimate episode of the Los Angeles season. They just ought to run the It Wasn't Not Funny Fight of 1993 on continuous loop; I don't think the ratings would suffer.
Glenn sits in a windowsill and complains about how stubborn Tami is. Again, this is news? Glenn could sit in that window and play the kazoo and I'd be more inclined to pay attention to the sound coming out of his mouth.
Dom feels confident that the showcase will go off without a hitch. He and Tami head over to the club they've rented for the event; they check out the sound system and kick the tires and find it all very much to their liking.
Tami tells the camera that there's no way she's going to pull her band out of the showcase because of some stupid time-slot argument. She's just being difficult, she says, because she doesn't like people bossing her ass around.
Aaron finally makes an appearance to tell us that, between Tami and her bandmates and Jon and Glenn, too many people have been invited to the showcase -- way more than the club can accommodate. Then he runs back to the frat house and buries his head in a giant vat of Jell-O shots, never to return.
Glenn admits that Tami and Dom have been arguing about the size of the guest list. Glenn didn't over-invite, because he has no friends and Perch has no fans.