1st night felt like Church was in session, Phish-style. Last night felt like straight up sex and one has to ask the following question if allowed the latitude/altitude to do so under the homo-eroticism under which any Dick's run operates under nowadays: How many times can Trey cum in one single evening? By my count, apparently twice in the first set (Gin and a WTF! Antelope that was just straight up lust). The build-up/release portion was one of the most amazing things I've ever witnessed among PhishHeads and the look of pure unadulterated joy in my friends faces at the beginning of intermission is one that I'll soon not forget...:-wink/wink!

The 2nd set was just one big 'ole goo-fest, starting with the never-ending Chalk Dust Torture (nothing torturous 'bout it, simply some straight-up metallic shredding from the four guys combined onstage), then cumming again in a Light where they were rode the stallion hard, shot a musical load again then re-upped for a blistering 46 Days where the entire audience saddled in for another money shot. Then the sex moved into the sauna room courtesy of Steam, how appropriate considering how wet and sticky I felt from all the lack of foreplay proper, LOL! Trey and Company was even kind enough to insert a cigarette break, courtesy of Free (cartharic in nature) and Joy (where I finally released my tears of joy) before reloading for the final pushes (the perfect segue into 2001, the unexpected turning over for them during Tweezer) and a final yet loving time in the musical sack with my Birthday present all wrapped up as they reminded me that I had not gotten a year older during Number Line, only a year better...

...as I traveled back On The Road (of Life) Again, another serious Phish bust-out that had me seriously laughing in disbelief that they could out-top the previous night's Easy To Slip. Then, amazingly yet climatically-speaking, the final triumphant splash of the Reprise cinematically splashing the rest of the musical goo all over the musical screen. Then it was time for THE cigarette break as 23 or so thousand or so shuffled out of Dicks...:-evil grin...hopefully to wash away the physical evidence of another musical hosing that could only be delivered by Trey and company.

To tell you that I had the 2nd greatest birthday party of my life would be to shortchange the night. To tell you that I am blessed to spew this hyperbole in print out this morning would be doing inadequate justice to the moment for the 2nd year in a row. 8/31. Another year younger if you count Backwards. 8/31. So much better having Phish and my Phamily of Phriends in my life. Because I know that when all is said and done that they just want me to be Happy. Happy Birthday to me.

Peace,
Alex