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Bathroom Party

Here's a band I did where every weekend several friends and neighbors would come over and dance in a conga line around the house to me playing bongos and I would stop playing at completely random times, and when I stopped everyone had to break up the conga line and run to the bathroom and flush the toilet as soon as possible, and the first person to do that gets a point and whoever had 60 points by the end of the night was the bathroom party champion. The band was a 2-piece. It was me playing the bongos and my friend Daren with a megaphone orchestrating the whole game, acting sort of like a referee to make sure its fair and no one cheats. Bathroom Party broke up because I was letting everyone play for free and when the water bill would come in the mail it was a god damn nightmare come true. Plus, this was when I lived at my dad's house and he would always complain that we were making too much noise and always tried to break up the band. I really don't think he understood what we were going for.