I was at this show with some great friends. On a lark, I said we needed a good Kung, and the band delivered.

Aside from the music and the camaraderie, I will never forget seeing a shirtless wooly Phish-head running around the lawn like a wild man during the first set. Towards the end of the first set, we noticed that shirtless wooly head was now a COMPLETELY NAKED wooly head still running around and dancing on the lawn. Considering the quality of this show, I was not surprised by denuded joy.

Naturally, as soon as the first set ended, everyone sat down, except of course for the naked wooly head who now stuck out like a sore ... thumb. Security kindly escorted him somewhere where we hoped he would get some hydration, maybe a soft chair and hopefully a 3XL "Welcome to St. Louis" t-shirt that dangled down to his knees.

As my friends and I returned our attention to our immediate surroundings, we noticed -- during our discussion of that sick Bathtub Gin -- a lovely couple embraced in passionate kissing directly in front of us on a lovely picnic blanket. Somewhat stunned by their intensity, my friends and I silently tried not to stare, wondering if nakedness might continue on the lawn of fair Riverport. Instead, the female of the pair extracted her tongue from her lover, rolled to her side and threw up all over the ground directly next to her. And just like that, the moment was gone.

As we looked on, the happy couple packed up their blanket and left for greener pastures while the pile of half-digested veggie burrito slowly percolated on the lawn. Thankfully some gentle soul walked over and placed a lost t-shirt on top of the mess, allowing us to eagerly await the second set without concern that any shoeless spinners might slip during the duration of the show.

Seriously, I hope the naked wooly head got some clothes from security because he did not want that t-shirt back.

Riverport -- for me -- will always be an amazing show, the best Bathtub Gin I've ever heard, and the tableau for the Tale of Naked Boy and Vomit Girl. I like to imagine they met somewhere in the middle ... hopefully with some adult supervision.