And off we go

It's road trip time, again, for the band. Off to the glorious metropolis of Cranbrook, tomorrow, followed by a visit to the Queen's city (no, not the city that rhymes with fun ...), Victoria, on Monday. It's been a while since the band has been in either city, so there should be no lingering grudges held by jealous boyfriends, husbands or fathers. There may be one angry bull dyke who lost her lipstick lesbian back to our team thanks to Dannii Lee Damage, but that's another story for another time. Once the legal bills are all paid and the gag order has been lifted.

Hopefully, the boys will make it through their tough slog on airplanes, in limos, in high-class hotels with the finest escorts at the beck and call of long-time concierge friends. Everyone says how tough it is being on the road, but the crew and the groupies are the ones who have it tough. These band guys don't know how good they've got it. Let's see how they would like it if they had to set up their own gear, if they had to drive themselves to gigs, if they had to service themselves. Yeah, that'd be funny wouldn't it? Then they'd see how easy they have it.

Ok, taking a step back, that last paragraph might've seemed a little bitter. But don't get me wrong, I love these guys. And now, I, uh...I gotta go boil Johnny's bass strings for the show tomorrow. So..I, uh...I'll talk to you later.

On the road again, just can't wait to...

Eli Finkelstein (Cy's kid)