From the first playful notes of the Simple opener it became clear to me that this was going to be a special show. Gliding into Glide and then unburying McGrupp hopefully brought everyone else to a similar realization...

The first set had it all: celestially jams; lighthearted goofiness; crowd pleasing classics; and a new tune that felt right at home in a set that was pure and powerful Phish.
On the eve of the 19th anniversary of my first Phish show I couldn't have asked for much more, but then the second set started and I relearned what the word 'Epic' truly means.

The band once again lead us through an adventure of glorious feelings, razor sharp rocking, magnificent melancholy, blissful release, and utter awesomeness.

I rode the comet for 46 days and saw a beautiful bug crawl through the steam pondering, "What's the use?" just before retreating to the call from the Piper and being plucked up by a tweezer and placed safely on the wall of a cave.
It may have been briefly gassed before finding a sleeping monkey because it couldn't stop laughing; even as it was slammed back into the freezer.

Holy shit.

Thank you, Phish!