Notes: Last year, we started the event, and that sort of sucked because no one was there. But the 1st band wasn't ready to go on so we did 1.5 hours and had a killer floor by the time we were done.

This year, they gave us the ending slot... that would have been great, except that one band was way late, and a performance group that may not have been scheduled (I'm unclear on this -- the guy who booked us said he wasn't aware of them, but maybe he was just trying to be nice or something, because they sure seemed like they intended to perform) did this sort of play thing, and there was a lot of messing around, so I didn't even start until 1:15 or so, and Paul didn't even get to play. Considering the last band had driven a lot of people off the dance floor, and the play had sort of killed the dancing vibe, by 2am when I finally got pulled off stage, I had a great floor going. I really only played 6 songs.

At 2am, after which it is ILLEGAL to dance in public in Utah, and when I said we had to go, everyone started begging for another song. I drew a blank, and shouted "What do you want to hear?" and someone cried "Delerium," so Silence is what they got. They loved it, of course. I even had the sound guy, who really needed us to leave, dancing.

I was having technical difficulties with my rig, but was able to DJ through it -- I couldn't cue properly. No one seemed to mind that my mixes sucked. Meanwhile, Paul was in an argument with the guy who ate up all our time. It wasn't that big a deal, and my idea of being professional is to accept that I may not get to play, or play my full set, because other things run over or have problems. But this was a case where they were doing everything to eat our time, and some of it was preventable -- the band wasn't even there when they were supposed to go on, then they finally got on about the time they should have been done, then the play had to happen, and they kept dragging the set from area to area, then they had microphone problems, and THEN... they proceeded to mess around, hamming it up for at least 10 minutes, before they started their 15 minute play. Paul asked them to hurry, and the guy who was being a ham told him to "get the f*** out of [his] face." Even when they were done, they still tried to keep the floor, but the sound guy turned me up and I just went ahead. Paul was pretty upset, but on the way out, a bunch of people stopped and thanked me for the music, said it was the best part of the night, said it was great, etc, and the people who knew what was going on were really apologetic about what had happened, and thankful that we were so "professional" (their words) about it all.