Whoo- hoo! Just back from the long weekend and am I ready to resume this tour diary!!! So, here you go....

Day IV: Sunday, October 20 - Toledo, OH

Now, those of you who are familiar with this band know that Toledo is one severely crazy ass rock and roll city. Every time we go there it invariably becomes the most insane night of tour. This was to be no exception. Get ready, people, this really is some Krazy with a capital K stuff you’re about to read!

So, the nights starts with us getting to the club and being told that we’re more cancelled than the Golden Girls and Perfect Strangers put together. And to make matters worse, it was freezing cold and we had nowhere to go. Luckily, someone suggested we check into the Ramada and hit the Toledo night life, and people, that’s just what we did.

Now, I don’t know how many of you have hung out in Toledo on a Sunday night, but there isn’t exactly "a lot" to do. We ended up going to some crappy sports bar and ate lots bad food while watching the World Series. After a couple hours, full of wings and beer and plenty cranky, we started walking back to the sweet sweet Ramada. Now here’s where it gets good, people. I knew everyone was in a sour mood, so I put on my best Bad News Bears Motivator voice and insisted we hit the hotel bar to make some of our own rock and roll action. And that’s just what we did.

The Ramada Skyview Bar (Floor 19! Ed. note - You see, it's important to be up high so you can really see the devastation decades of economic freefall have had on the downtown area) was completely empty. We were greeted very warmly by Steve the bartender, who was working the coveted 11PM to 3PM shift (for you math nerds, that’s 16 big hours. I’ve had relationships that were shorter). Anyway, many drinks were had, we crashed the swimming pool (so cold my testicles physically climbed back into my body and have yet to be found), played the jukebox and had an overall eh? time. As I said before, INSANE!!!

Ok, ok. So it wasn’t that crazy, but what do you want from us? Did you really think this story would be full of crystal meth and showgirls? Or were you expecting some story about a mysterious Russian dissident, a genius with a shadowy past who speaks five languages and ends up romancing the whole band? I’m sorry folks, you know, sometimes you can be a little too demanding. Wait, I mean that constructively. I really do. I’m not trying to hurt your feelings. I’m really not. Oh god, don’t cry. Come here...give me a hug... Better now? Ok, see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow - Ypsilanti, MI