I attended Northerly ‘13. It was my twin brother’s @Nuudelhymer) bachelor party. We got ejected into Chicago in a hurricane before second set. Needless to say - sending the Phish pholk into polite society at setbreak could be perilous.

We hustled to avoid the hurricane and skirted the concrete walkway around the Shedd Aquarium. The rains came and it got very wet, very fast.

The storm was severe and we were getting whipped by wind and Lake Michigan water. We finally approached a highway underpass under which many heads had gathered to wait out the storm and dry out. There were friendly people under there and many phriends playing music and commiserating. Our crew of friends was right in front and they saw the twins hustling in out of the hurricane and they started cheering. And then lots of heads joined in and we raced into shelter under cheering Phish peeps. It was a triumphant end to a weird and disjointed night at Northerly. I will never forget that.

And then they played Harpua (our first and last) the next night for my brothers bachelor party. So I delivered. Even if it was a very weird and disjointed Harpua.