This is my continued story from the previous night in Albany. To recap quickly, I drove to Albany from New Jersey, had to get my sister out of the Albany hospital after she fainted at the show in the concourse, drive my wife back to Easton PA to her parents house, and drive from Easton to New Brunswick where I slept on the couch in my sister's apartment. Whew. I eventually woke up and drove right away to Rhode Island where I was meeting my friends that had my ticket for the 20th anniversary show. By the time I got to the house just outside Providence, it was a little before Dusk. I met my friends Alex, Marcy, Kevin, and Alex's brother-in-law Dave. We were staying at his house and this was to be his first show.

We drove into Boston and met up with other people in our group. The ticket was $90 and I wasn't sure why. Little did I know that Kevin had secured all of our tickets in one of the luxury booths at the FleetCenter. We were left-center in the back of the arena, but the view was fantastic. We had our own waitress, our own bathroom, inside seats behind the glass, and arena seats in our own little blocked-off section. This was PIMP. Keep in mind that everything inside a luxury booth is also completely jacked up in price. Apparently money was no concern tonight. We chipped in and bought a bottle of Bombay Sapphire for $120.00. Alex bought a lobster salad sandwich for $90.00. I was content with gin and tonics. I took a walk in the hallway outside and passed Tom Marshall and his entourage. This was already worth all of the insane driving I was doing.

Harry Hood opener. Enough said.

As Fishman started the drums for Cavern, I bet Alex that Trey would screw up the lyrics, (since he did in almost every version of 2.0 Cavern). He definitely did. People can say what they want about the heavy rotation of Cavern in the 3.0 era, but since Trey has been on Cliff Bars and cold green tea, he has consistently gotten all the words right. Way to go, Trey!

Birds, Ya Mar, Horn, Piper. After all of those gin and tonics I needed to use the bathroom. And I did. My own, private bathroom. At a Phish show. Anything But Me will forever remind me of life in the big time, peeing in my own bathroom at the 20th anniversary show. Life was good.

Water In The Sky, Disease, Fluffhead! Oh, wait, not really. The video on the jumbotron was excellent and I thought it was the set break entertainment. However, at the conclusion of the video they announced they would be back in 15 minutes, which is like 45 minutes in Phish time. We all hung out on bar stools and couches during break and imbibed heavily.

The lights finally went down again and the boys lit up Rock and Roll. I was having an amazing time. I felt like I was watching Phish from my living room. Weekapaug Groove busted out of Rock and Roll and the Tweezer Reprise from the Albany Tweezer busted out of Weekapaug. Frankenstein>Kung>Frankenstein felt like being transported to another dimension and back again. Kuroda killed it! The rest of the set was good, but Maze put a huge smile on my face. Waste, Bug, it doesn't matter I guess.

I slept in the top floor bedroom at Dave's house back in Rhode Island. He had a great time, but he was a doctor and had to get up to work at 5 AM or something ridiculous, so I thanked him for the hospitality and I finally rested. I had an amazing time during both shows, and although I was not going to Miami NYE, I looked forward to an even greater twenty years starting in 2004...