The night started at noon at a place called dinosaur BBQ. It was cold out and we needed fuel for our night ahead. We ate meat and drank beer, note to self amaricans don't know what a spicy ceaser is, don't be fooled when they offer you a Bloody Mary just not the same. We wondered by the venue to take note on the hard cores already in line, really I guess I am just not motivated enough to stand in line for 5 hours before doors open, for what a poster , front row or T shirt. We wondered throughout the streets of Rochester, if you haven't been don't worry to much your really not missing out on anything. I'll give it the river and walk way around the river in the heart of the..... I can't really call it a city. A city has bars, restaurants, and does not shut down at 4 pm.
We did stumble upon the world tackiest statue I find it hard to believe someone creatively put some thought in the creation of this twisted badly coloured piece of metal.
We ended up at our hotel bar drinking with an interesting mix of Phans, got invitations to room parties. Once we changed in to our concert gear we decided we ended to surround our selfs with more Phans so off to the room party it was
We arrive to be greeted by a guy dressed as a bad disco costume and fro. The guy recognizes Doug we booth have a split second of we have the wrong room.
But then we greeted by a formilure face, as formilure as some can be after noon time beverages that spam to 4 pm. We chill out with disco Stew and Jacob and the techno cooled jacket/ cape. It's funny how in many other situation you may question having drinks with these too, but in this instance you didn't even give a second though. Somehow in our stumper we managed to score free consumables and make it to the lot/ sea of Phans sprawled doing the shake down thing. It's hard to put into words shake down proper, something I am sure most wouldn't understand until you experience it. Imagine a sea of Phans partying it up tail gate style, seeking or seling anything your heart desires. Needless to say sensory over drive, getting distracted to look up to realize of Shit I lost Doug! Okay think what do they tell kids when they are lost, stay where you are, the person your with will find you . Hmm pretty sure that he is just as lost as me and maybe he stopped hoping I would find him. I scan behind me where I last saw him. I don't see him, one more look I spots someone who looks lost turning in circles searching. As he turns to face me I am relived to see the formilure features of Doug's face. Holly shit that was scarry, we vow to stick together, way to close for comfort. We eventually weve our way around Shake down once we have our fill we decide it's venue time. We enter the sea of Phans becoming thicker by the minute, grab a beer, I do think for a half second about merch but can't be bothered with the lines. Feeling a little like slow moving livestock we slowly we've our way down to the floor, got to love GA venues. As we snake our way to the front. Not sure how it happened, I could tell you it was the shit on the ground, tread on my shoes, or the guy sitting on the floor I totally didn't see. But bam I am falling, oh god here I go juts in time I feel Doug me and yank me upwards, nice catch. Once upright slightly embarrassed I do around of apologies and jokes to ensure we don't piss off our new concert neighbours. We chat it up talking snowboarding, Rochester and other things important at the time but now fogged over by the night. I look up to realize we did it we made it second row.
The show that close was intense, beautiful and a full body experience, we did not drink, go pee or leave, realizing the value of our real estate was priceless and we be to hard to stake back. We were Mike Side it was incredible too see everything and feel and create the energy rising through the crowd. It was unreal to see Trey, Mike, Phishman, and Paige feeding off the crowd and each other to see them wail on their instruments up so close. We danced hard in unison of many others, I was dripping in sweat, hungry we somehow yet again forgot about dinner, thirsty, but I could not stop moving, closing my eyes to really feel the music and energy. It took me on a journey, I whished it would never end. But alas all good things do come to an end. We paused as the lights came on, I pinched Doug several times to ensure that was real, did that really happen? Did we just see Phish second row. Did we just dance the whole show watching every note on their instruments and faces. The energy was incredible the crowd became a community flowing together as one. Our walk back to the hotel we were high on Phish, taking everything in slowly coming to terms with the fact our age is catching up with us and instead of going out looking for more at a bar. We decided the best place for us was our room and a soft comfortable bed.
Beautiful night I can't wait until we meet again Phish, thanks for the unforgetable memories.
My only casualties of the evening was my pleather pant, fist and last time wearing them ripped right through the knee. Sigh, but they did look good on me even if it was only one night . Note to self don't go Phishing in fake leather.
Doug's favorited quote of the night when we arrived at the Hotel, I took one look around and said "This is the kind of place where you go muddin"
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