Short, but sweet?

I know I told everyone that they may get a brief weekday respite from these inane ramblings, but I seem to have a couple (ahem...) minutes free to drop a line or two. It seems that the Toyz excursion to the mountains was a highly successful one, which is a relief, since their next mini-tour takes them completely out of the province into hostile territory (B.C.).

The show Saturday was a crowd pleaser. The ovation the band got was even better than the one afforded the opening band, which wasn't actually a band at all but life-sized cardboard cutouts of the Toyz. But just because the crowd was so hammered, so early that they mistook chunks of corrugated paper for the band, it in no way detracts from the reception that the real band got later in the evening.

Legally it was a quiet trip, other than Johnny Emaxx being temporarily detained by a park ranger who mistook him for a prostitute. But hey, who among us hasn't made that kind of mistake before? The only other hiccup was Likki getting thrown out of the cold beer store because he forgot his I.D. back at the hotel when he went to buy a sixxer of Pil.

About a month from now the band is doing a western swing on which they'll headline and old folks home in Victoria and an outdoor festival in Cranbrook, where they'll be playing on something called the "Darkly Cunning Stage", which apparently is one of 14 stages? I don't know, I only write what they tell me to...

Anyhow (or is it anyway?), that'll be it for now. See you tonight at the shoooooo...

Eli Finkelstein (Cy's kid)