The last two open mics I tried to attend found ways of not happening. One was on hiatus for December because its regular night fell too close to the holidays. The other seems to have lost its venue.
So it goes sometimes with labor-of-love events.
No one’s making money usually, except maybe the venue, which might bring in a bit more in coffee or beer sales than they would have on an ordinary weeknight. (Open mics only rarely fall on Friday or Saturday evenings for obvious reasons.)
Sometimes the venue books something else on top of them with short notice. An open mic I hosted for a while got bumped once for World Cup soccer and then, later, for something called Beer and Banjos.
Big. Giant. Sigh.
So before you take a $30 cab ride to a new open mic, double check its Facebook page and latest Meetup post. Post a question to confirm. Email the host. Call the venue to make sure it’s still a going concern.
Or, if negative capability is your thing, take the chance and just show up. You might find yourself as I did last month, sitting in a friendly reading circle 5 other poets who didn’t get the memo, making a night of it anyway.