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08.13.2003 - SARStock

I know this occurred 2 weeks ago, but I'm crazy busy these days.

Kryssa, Adam, and I drove to Toronto on a Tues evening. We were stopped and searched at the border. We were questioned and the car was searched by a team of 2 girls in their early 20s. I mentioned to Kryssa that they were probably pulling people over because the lines were so short and not to freak out. So this one girl [who looked a lot like Sarah Cracknell from Saint Etienne] was asking us questions about the concert. I was talking to her a lot because I was seeing hearts. She tried to trip Kryssa up with a line of questions about the lineup, when the Stones were playing and when it started. I was gonna ask her if she wanted to come along because she was so cute. Anyways, the other girl steps up and tells us that we have a lot of accessories and not enough clothes in our bags. I told her that we were staying there for 2 days and just going to the concert. She sighed and let us go.

On to the concert. The venue was at an airfield. It was pretty hot and extremely packed. We [Kryssa, Adam, Sarah, Adam, Wendie, Ricardo and I] decided that it would be better if we camped out in front of one of the big screens because there was no way we get close to the stage. We got there around 5. Just in time to see Justin Timberlake. He started his 3 song set with a message on how Toronto needs to beat down SARS or something. Sometime in between we got soaked by the water truck that was periodically coming and spraying people. Kryssa and Wendie got it the worst, heh heh. We stayed for the Guess Who and Rush. We missed AC/DC and the Stones because we didn't want to get stuck in the subway for 6 hours like they were predicting. We saw some of the Stones' performance on tv. I must say, it was something else. Mick Jagger came out in a splendid pink morning coat [as described by the TO paper the next morning]. I don't even know what to say about that. Mick was running nonstop from one end to the other and doing these crazy dances throughout the rest of the show. He ended every song with a curtsy. What the hell? Why he getting all Mary Catherine Gallagher? The came back for an encore with an outfit change. Keith Richards comes out with the varsity looking jacket with pink sleeves. He was like one of those Pink Ladies from Grease. Morning jackets, pink ladies, and high impact aerobics... We wouldn't have been able to see all of that if we had stayed.