It was supposed to be really simple. Get on a plane fly to Victoria, get picked up in a limo, get loaded at the hotel, go play the gig, pick up some teenaged groupies, party all night, get back in the limo, fly home, do it all over again Tuesday night, at Morgan's. Yeah, well, it's never as straight forward as it should be.
The first step when traveling is to always double check your itinerary. Make sure that your flight is actually taking you to Victoria...in British Columbia, Canada. NOT Victoria, Texas, U.S.A.! Once you've been in the air for more than, oh...two or three hours, it's pretty obvious that you're not going to the West Coast. Of course, ten or twelve beer in you kind of lose track of time. Then when you get to the destination airport, if the guy holding the sign for the limo you're expecting is holding a sign in Spanish that you can't read, don't assume it's for you. Finally, you can assume when you get to the venue, and it's a shady bar in the middle of nowhere with a donkey and a case of condoms backstage, that you're (hopefully) not the headline act they've been expecting.
Luckily, through the magic of the internet and my dad's credit card, I was able to re-book some travel arrangements and the boys got back to the West Coast with eight or ten minutes to spare. and the gig went off without a hitch. Life with the Toyz...it's never boring, that's for sure.
Auf wiedersehen...
Eli Finkelstein (Cy's kid)
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