Anyway, we saw the show, which was great. We jammed out to Phish up towards the front. One highlight was Trey and Carlos trading liks. By the time Phish was done, our paper was doing its job VERY well, and we climbed the mountain to get a bird's eye view of the show.

Half way up the ski trail (that the show was at the bottom of), I began to pile dead grass on top of my legs... soon I was buried in it. Someone decided to torch it with me and... well... that was the beginning. There I was, with a head full of... stuff... and... my legs covered with fire! I jumped up and began to tumble down the hill. All I can say is that the snow fences stopped me.

Switching Gears.

After the show, the same friend of a friend had ANOTHER friend who new this Roadie who... well, you get the idea. We were allowed to follow this guy back to a party at Mike's house. He was driving an 80's vintage Mustang and I... an 80's vintage Ford Pick-up. He was flying... I mean going like 60mph down these little dirt, back roads, and I was trying desperately to keep up.

Finally we got there. The guy we were following drove up the driveway, even though the little road to the house was lined with cars for about a quarter mile on either direction. Upon arrival we were instructed to park in the street.

OK... truck parked... we're here... party with Phish.  We walked up to the house... paper working it's magic... ooooooooh.... there's Trey..... Mike!!!  I walked up to Trey as if he were any other person at the party... my mouth opened and I meant to say something like, "Great show," but all that came out was mud. I mean I literally could not form words. Trey smiled, laughed, and said, "aaah, Man you're doin' fine."  I was rattled. So were the people I was with. My friend Paul had a similar encounter with Mike. Too much paper!!!

We went back to the Ford pick-up on the side of a lonely back road and rolled out all our sleeping bags. We had brought several candles and put one at each corner of the bed of the pick-up. That's were we stayed for the rest of the night... doing bong hits and laughing at ourselves because we were there... party with Phish and we couldn't deal!! Too much paper.

- Brian