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Review by missblue75
I don't think I have talked much about my show experiences yet, and It's probably about time.
When we got to Alpine, we started out with a general party. A car load of 4 girls drinking and smoking, wandering around. (I have a shitty memory, but I'm trying here) We ran into some people selling goo balls, we ran into some people selling mushrooms, we ran into some people selling gel caps. There was a brain mess going on, but I stayed away from the gel caps as I didn't want to mess with my mushroom buzz. I think that may have been the smartest thing I ever did.
During Reba, I remember looking up at my friend Jota and he was singing to me...for some reason that is vivid in my head. We ran into some younger girls that had pouches of glitter and they blew a handful into mine and my girl Rae Rae's faces. My eyelashes were coated and my eyes were dazzled. I think I'd have been pissed if I weren't of an alternate reality, but I totally dug it. Ran into some guy from high school and I smeared my glitter all over his face..that was funny. He looked at our general admission tickets and informed us that we had the hologram that was on the tickets for the reserved seating. We went to the gate toward the left side of the venue and flashed our tickets; they let us through. As we were running down the grassy hill toward the stage, Rae Rae tripped and did a roll down. The funny thing is she ripped her pants, the amazing thing was she didn't spill her beer. We got right up to the stage, Rage Side, during Scent of a Mule, and danced our asses off. Umm... the duel may have been a highpoint of my life, as I look back now. We got kicked out of the area toward the end, but I appreciate the free time I got in front...my love for the entity that is Phish was solidified during those moments. I wish I was a little more aware at the time. I feel like I'd appreciate the whole scene way more now. But it is an experience that I will never forget, no matter how fuzzy it may seem now.