I looked at the weekend like it was an Irish funeral.
I tried to think of what this band gave me,an excuses to get on the road and visit places i probably would have not seen, memories, to cheer to like i was a viking. and a multi year lesson in music history.{i discovered so many new bands and music styles that i liked} I was part of a culture that the rest of the world barley cared about, but could still take some lessons from.

My friends and i celebrated what phish was and were to be no more.
I had no clean clothes, I lost my shoes,I had a wet bed, little food, and i was still glad as hell to be at this show. it was historic, sad, great,and painful . I still have some mud from this show