Who would have thought that I would do another show review this soon? Blossom was supposed to be my only show. I was so awestruck by it, however, that I got into crack addict mode: I needed more. Off to Alpine, for one show at least.

I was not going to miss Phish coming on stage this time, so I urged my riding partner to get on lot (where I got lawn tickets same day--I'm such a lucky girl!) use the port-a-potty (that experience needs its own separate review) and get some grub. Good thing, too. Phish came out 20 minutes after arrival on the top of the (even steeper) hill, dead center once again. During Stealing Time we decided to move closer thanks to another dot netter, and ended up behind the pavs, Page Side RAGE side!!! And boy did Page rage that evening!

When Poor Heart came on I was pleasantly surprised. Poor Heart was the first true exposure I had to Phish. It was a Valentine's Day gift from a good friend, so it is special to me. Reba had me groovin' and Possum had me singing.

The second set was a gigantic mind f***.

DWD had me shaking like a salt shaker, my derriere that is. WTU was so dark and funky sounding to me, and I was SERIOUSLY digging that. Yessir!!! BDTNL was fun and I once again felt the crowd oneness deep down to my soul. It was when Slave came on that I could have taken off into the stratosphere. Trey was digging deep, he was not playing around with this version. I swayed and got teary eyed, and longed for the days of when I fell in love for the very first time. Is that weird? Meh, I don't care. That's how I felt.

The encore broke me out of my romantic haze and got me hyped up again. When the show ended I suddenly wished I could call in dead for work and just follow Phish for the rest of the tour. I am oPHISHlly hooked. My goodness gracious, I am born again.