So we get to the parking lot, and I decide to find some fungus for the evenings festivities. After walking around for about ten minutes I find what I was looking for and buy a phat quarter. Now, the guy tells me that these are some pretty strong boomers and not to eat more than a gram or two. So I relay this message to Mush and Lee, and they say “okay.”

Now it’s time to head in so we eat some of the fungus and I notice Lee took quite a bit, and I say, “take it easy man, don’t eat too much,” and Lee says, “I can handle it.” As we're heading down the huge hill to the pavilion, I begin to get that wonderful warm fuzzy feeling I get every time I go to a show, or was it the shrooms? A little bit of column A, and a little bit of column B.

As the first notes of Ramble On start, I look over at Mush and Lee, and they both have shit-eatin’-grins from ear to ear. During Mike’s I notice out of the corner of my eye that Lee was trying to sit down, but instead fell face first into the row of seats in front of us, smacking his face right into the top of the back of the seat. “OH SHIT!!” Mush and I pull him into his seat, and he is out cold. About ten horrifying seconds later, Lee comes to and proceeds to puke up his shrooms. I then notice the nice gash he got on his nose when he hit the seat in front of us.

Now Mush and I are freaking out, (shrooming our balls off mind you), wondering what to do. Lee insists he’s all right and that we should go back to enjoying the show. At this point the first notes of “Esther” ring out and I knew instantly that the guys were going to carry me through this ordeal. The rest of the show was amazing, great second set, and Been Caught Stealin’ encore.

Lee still has a scar from that fateful night in East Troy, and for some reason he never went to another show with me. Mush Head has gone to many more shows and absolutely loves everything that is Phish.

Peace out, and remember to take care of your shoes!

- D.A.