Well kidz, it’s time for another contest. Our last one, episode 8.75, was a huge success. This time around, we are going BALLER!!! Up for grabs is a 2 night travel package for Phish at Alpine Valley, August 14-15, 2010. This deal can not be beat, and has been donated to us by CID Entertainment. Lodging, shuttle, t-shirts, and LP downloads are all included. Plus, you get to choose from 2 h33ty hotels, the Timber Ridge Lodge and the Grand Geneva Hotel. Please note, tickets are not included, but as Steve reported last year, they were real easy to come by (eg: like toilet paper).
How do you win? We want to hear a good lot story. Anything and everything goes. Phish lot, Dead lot, hell . . . even DMB lot. It can be about a good time with your boys, how you made bank selling grilled cheese, how you met your significant other on tour, or how you scored a ride home from a stranger. To make things interesting, we are giving you 3 ways to enter, and you can enter each way. (that’s 3 chances to win, different stories of course).
You can enter via:
1) Comment on this post. Just leave a comment with your story, we will read on the air if it grabs our attention.
2) Voice mail. You know the number; 419-NO-WOOKS. Call us and leave you story in audio form. Of course we will play on the air.
3) Email. Send an email with your story. Again, if you make it on the air, that’s a good sign.
The fine print: Contest starts as of this post and runs until June 1st at midnight EDT. Winners will be announced on Episode 33, scheduled for June 6. Judges will be the hosts of TWoL, and 2 celebrity guests, TBD. Winner will be contacted and given the choice of which package they would like. In addition to the CID travel package, they will also be offered a guest spot on TWoL. A runner up prize will be offered, which is a guest spot on TWoL and a beer on lot by any of the hosts.
Super fine print: No hosts of TWoL or prior guests, or their families, may win either of the prizes. Best lot story is at the sole discretion of the hosts and the 2 celebrity judges. Offer void where prohibited (that means you Canada). This contest is being run by TWoL, donated by CID and is not endorsed by Phish. Promotional consideration provided by RunawayJim.org.
Good luck to everyone and we can wait to hear your best lot story.
P.S. – Make sure to listen to this mini-episode about the contest. We might give clues on how to win 
When I was in high school I was broke and working at Whole Foods Market about to embark on Summer Tour 99′. I knew the cashiers there so I was able to load up on numerous cases of 1.5 liter “spring” waters for pennies on the dollar. I loaded them up in the back of my buick skylark and headed out east to Camp Oswego. At first my waters didn’t sell as I naturally do not have a sales-oriented mentality. As the tour went on my cash got more and more strapped to where I really needed a different sales strategy in order to survive. I’ve always remembered the old saying “even negative publicity is good publicity” so I decided to sell my waters as “horse cock waters” and took my boom-box with me into the lot. I was able to separate my product above the other water-selling vendors with my loud annoying (not to me) music and the fact that I used a strap-on sample water in replacement of my unit and put on a play with my buddy as he pretended to be taking it up the bottom from my horse cock waters, while I shouted to passer-bys; “who wants to fuck my horse cock waters, only 2 bucks, suck it dry”. Believe it or not there are a ton of Slayer fans on Phish Lot and I sold my entire supply of waters, keeping my tour run alive through the last show of the summer tour at Deer Creek!
My story starts on 12-31-2002. Me and my friend were in Chicago seeing moe. at the Aaragon (we obviously couldn’t make it to MSG). I was 18 yo at the time and it was my first NYE show of any sort, so it was pretty epic IMO. This story isn’t about moe., though. The friend I was with was planning on making the trek to Hampton for the three night run, needles to say I was down! Problem was we only had 1 ticket between the two of us for one show! So as soon as the moe. show ended we start the barge to VA. Like I said we were young at the time and now there is no way I would start a 13+ hr drive after a raging NYE show. We get to VA, staying w/ friends in Williamsburg and everything is all good. First show neither of us had tickets or the $250+ to buy one. There were crazy trade offers in that lot all weekend for tickets: “my Playstation 2 and all my games for your extra!,” “oz. of headies plus cash,” “my entire CD collection,” “my first born,” etc. First night for us = shut out!!
noob. I couldn’t find a reasonable ticket all day so my plan from there was to try and sneak in! I had a stub from the night before to get through the first security check point, but my plan from there was pretty hazy. We get past the first check point no problem. I’m standing by a tree and my stomach started to feel really uncomfortable (probably had something to do w/ the fact that our diets consisted of ganja food and adderall most of the weekend!). I literally almost fainted, but I gathered my composure and pressed on the through the line. We get to the front and my friend’s plan was to start pushing/making a commotion so I could sneak in. This was the perfect time too because the cops I saw standing in the venue all of a sudden left. My friend starts pushing (from behind me) and the ticket scanner guy looks up and says, “Hey!! there ain’t gonna be no pushin’ in this line, got it?” As soon as he’s done giving his speech he scans the girl’s ticket in front of me. During this I proceed to hold up my fake ticket, keep my head down, and walk right in. I didn’t here a “hey!” or “stop” or nothing. I continued to walk briskly till I got to the floor, then booked it into a crowd of people. Took off my hoody, took down my hair, I was fucking in!! One of the hardest tickets in phishtory and I snuck in!! They open w/ Tweezer, my favorite song, they played Free and I got in for free, and they played Makisupa and my friend got faded. Perfect songs for a perfect night! The third night went without a hitch. My friend and I got two tickets for basically face!!! All in all on of the best Phish experience of my life….for now!
This was the first show we’d ever been shut out for- it was a terrible feeling. The second night my boy had a ticket- he’s stoked, I’m worried. However, he started his day out pretty bad by getting a ticket for smoking weed in a car
I don’t know if I’m eligible to enter, but I don’t care.
The craziest lot scene was at Thomas in 2000 at Hawthorne. Those kids left such a mess. Popcorn, juice boxes, peanut butter. Yeah, peanut butter. There was no order from any authority, just wild kids.
(Yes, they were really kids, and it was the Thomas the Tank Engine movie. Wooks in training, brah.)
You are eligible brah. And this will count as your entry. Thanks for playing.
Ok,it was 95 fall Jerry died and i was in a small town in ohio.I was staying with family and some kids stoped by and asked, do you want to go see phish with us? So we drove to northern ohio i think cinnci .We went to the show after it they informed me they wanted to stay on tour.I didnt! I was like wtf it was my first show i had no more money or tix .So with no choose i went to the next show broke sitting on the front steps of the venue.A women came out of the side door walked over and asked, how would i like to have a job washing dishes..I said hell yes! I washed dishes all fall and winter of 95′ During that time i got to stock trey.’s beer and bring it to him on the bus.I got to keep the after parties stocked with serria neveda and of course bass.They started call me the kid i was 16.I got local crew pass to ever show triangler sticker ones ya know with the date and signed off by Jhonny.During a 2 day break the green peace kids and myself got too stay at the farm house were Amy cooked they best alfredo i ever had and she had f’n goats in her house..lol/I saw the tape room a whole room of ever show phish ever did.I also got to pick a kid from the lot to help by drying the dishes i hand washed and they would of course get to meet band members this way..I didnt know who they were my first show by after all this shit i love phish as people and as a band..Not to mention the great phamily i meet that year like Henry the old guy that was always at the table-booth for green peace and for singing petitions..I love you Henry…
Jessica,
Email us sisbrah… you came in second!!!
Like they say, a bad day on the lot beats a good day at the office or school any day of the week. With that being said, on the eve of 5-15-90, it was decided to light out to Hamilton College for an outdoor show. This despite the fact that there were finals on 5-16. Four of us packed into my Subaru that had seen it’s fair share of treks across the Northeast over the past 12 months checking out this new band ‘Phish’. The poor Subaru just couldn’t make it any longer and blew out the clutch half way there. We hiked two miles to the nearest phone booth & quickly started making calls. In my head, I am thinking, ‘We gotta find someone to drive up from Ithaca and take us to Hamilton!’ Wheras my buddies where thinking, ‘Too bad we can’t make the show, gotta find someone to pick us up and take us back’
When this dichotomy was realized, I bid adieu to my friends, and stuck out my thumb in an attempt to hitch the remaining 50 miles or so. Shortly later, I was picked up by the sweetest lady you could imagine. She said she was heading within about 20 miles of Clinton where the school was and she’d be happy to take me as close as that. Once we got to that location, she said, ‘Ah heck, I’ve gotten you this far, I may as well take you to town where you can hop the local bus to campus’. Sweet! I may make the beginning of the show after-all.
As we approach town, she says the same thing….’Oh how silly of me, since I got you to town, it can’t hurt to zip you up to campus’. We drive the remaining five miles and she doesn’t just dump me off at the edge of campus. She rolls down her window and asks, ‘Excuse me young man, where is the rock concert?’ This happens three times or so until she navigates right to the quad where the show is. I jump out, hug her, thank her profusely for driving me all that distance and dance right into the quad where the opening notes of Fee were just gracing the air.
After a blistering Reba, and given the college graduations about to take place, a very appropriate Alumni Blues > Jimmy Page > Alumni Blues, I reach for my wallet. Horror! I remembered I had taken it out of my pocket since it had been bothering me and left it in the lady’s car right on the backseat. So I am without a penny, no car, temperatures plummeting, no ID and finals tomorrow. Despite the misery of being ‘walletless’ and ‘carless’ and alone, I do my best to enjoy the remainder of the set. (Mike’s, Split Open, Coil, Jim and others). The sky continued to get darker and darker. And colder. And drops of rain started bouncing off the makeshift stage. It looked ominous. And then the sky totally opened up and the rains came in force! Remainder of show: CANCELLED! Now: no wallet, no car, no way of getting back and no second set.
So here’s where the lot comes in. I start walking from group of people to group of people asking if anyone is driving South. As I make my way around, I bump into a guy I recognize from a show at the Haunt a few weeks earlier. As I start to open my mouth, “Hey Parker, what’s happening!” he bellows at me. I give him my story and he says he’s heading back to Ithaca. Sweet! Ride home! Subsequently, I get gifted a killer sweatshirt for just being in the right place at the right time. As we head to a dorm room to pick up one more guy for the ride, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I spin around….and it’s……..the Sweet Lady! With a massive shit eating grin on her face and holding my wallet in her hand. I saw her with a wallet in her hand! I saw her with a wallet in her hand! She explains that when she got home, she noticed my wallet in the back seat & that she planned on mailing it to me. Then she figured I would need it, so she drove all the way back to deliver to me. If it had been one more minute, I would have been inside and she never would have found me. So now I have my wallet back (and money), and a lift home. The lot has been good so far. But not done giving! As the band is schlepping their gear out, we say, ‘Hey Trey, why not play inside?’ After a quick laugh, we continue to ask. ‘Seriously..why not?’ Trey chats it up with the rest of the band and agrees. We bring all the gear into the basement of a dorm hall and get set up pretty quickly. Before you know it, Phish is playing a private show for about 30 of us or so. Requests? You bet. A hat passed to collect money for a keg & pizzas? You bet. Frenetic, balls out playing with a reckless abandon? You bet. ‘Contact’ played as a perfect way to punctuate this day that centered around my car that got towed? You bet.
The joy of Phish.
Epic.
Parker takes third. No prize, except for the satisfaction of coming in a very close third.
My wife and I got married in July of 96. She was not a big fan of the Dead, or any other band that “never sang any words”…We were living in Washington when the Further Festival was announced. My friend Rob and I were planning to go, but Rob had to bail. My wife, always wanting to please me, said “I’ll go”. She was 4 months preggo at the time. We loaded up our explorer and headed for Eugene. We got in to camp about 5pm on Friday night, set up the tent, and she immediatley crawled inside and hid for the night, apparently freaked out by the little kid named Cassidy camping next to his who was seeing his 40th show, at the age of 5.
It rained the next morning, and as we were walking into the show, there was a guy staning naked offering to trade his ticket for a pair of pants. My wife was well on her way towards being freaked out. After the clouds broke, it was hot as hell, and being 4 months pregnant, wifey wasn’t having the best of times. In the middle of the super jam, where bobby, bruce, jorma, the boys from Los Lobos and Mickey all started to get down to business, she decided she needed to take a potty break. She made her way to the top of the hill where the toilets were. There were also a bunch of misters up, so that you could cool off by walking thru. Well, the freaks, being the freaks they were, decided to get naked and dance to the music in the cool of the mist. My poor non dead-loving wife had to run the gauntlet. Needless to say she came back to our area a little upset, and was all done. I had to leave the show before it got really good. Given the fact she had just spend the last 36 hours with folks she never wanted to see again, I couldn’t protest.
Alpine Valley, the land of love. I dislike this venue very strongly, but it did bring a group together for a worthy cause, paying a fine. Not indending to hang out in lot as we usually do, bc we all had been to alpine enoughvtimesvto know that is not the lot seen any of us messed with. We jump outta the ride and The Undercover are swarming. They got our friend as a scape goat, he just happened to be in the wrong seat for the wrong ride. Never-the-less he paid his $420 fine and we went into the show. This is where the love comes in, knowing that it could have been any of us that The UC chose, we all paid the fine, bummed to let go of that money, endless friendship is priceless (lame cliche, but true).
All my love (and dislike of Alpine),
Jenn
There are tons of memories & stories that we brought home from the Phish New Years concert @ Big Cypress,
but there are two that stand out as the best AND the worst memories from any show!
3 days in the Florida heat & completely forgetting about water intake,
I found myself with a crazy case of kidney stones that weekend!
After walking around in wretched pain, my wife & I see this couple having a raffle:
I usually don’t enter raffles or lotteries,
but for some reason I had no problem giving these people $20 bucks for 5 tickets.
Phish played the sunset to sunrise set & we all stayed up as late as possible watching the sunrise,
got some sleep & completely forgot about the raffle.
The Last day of the festival, we have our gear packed,
everyone is ready to get in the line of traffic to leave, but we insist we go back to the raffle!
When they called out the number 4-9-8! and They matched our ticket,
I found myself the proud owner of a 1978 Volkswagen Bus- sports mobile interior, poptop camper, the full bit!!
Shock, amazement, and a bit of panic rushed over me as 100 or more people gathered around to congratulate me…
It was nothing short of overwhelming amazement
While driving home from Florida to Indiana,
with the excitement of having won a VW bus at the best Phish show I’d ever seen,
the kidney stones almost didn’t even seem to matter anymore!
We still have the bright yellow bus, her name is Beatrice & she’s beautiful!
If only more than 92 people could hear about this!
since i am a bit of a space cadet, i actually had plans to write this story and do a nice little cartoon image from time to time to accompany this….
i realized once i had the time to sit down and do this, i do not own a scanner and have no idea who to make images on the computer much less attach and send them to you…
my lil story is about the summer 1991 grateful dead tour…or as this little section of tour became known to us riding on the bus as the magical mystery vial period.
we left the chicago lot in a beat up 1971 vw bus, green bottom with the white top….with one minor artist rendering on the drivers side…a cat in the hat smoking a joint flashing the peace sign leaning on a mushroom… subtle, no?
we had a vial of some very lovely, umm, stuff….this vial was beautiful, crystal, with such lovely shiny bits and sparkled like the stars colliding in…ok well you get the idea…
we were being chased form the lot by the police, but the trick is the bus had no first gear, so we all had to get out push it until they could kick it into 2nd….the police were riding behind us, close to our feet…we were all freaking out as aside from this magical bottle, we had other items, one of which was a golfball sized ball of hash…so we wanted out of there asap, but had to wait until enough of the lot cleared for us to get a good run going to get the van running…this lea to us being very late in leaving and the police basically riding out on our tails!
we get out safe and sound and head out on our way to cover as much ground as we can during our day off getting to Sandstone in kansas. it was very hot that summer and we were in the dry midwest, so we tried to drive as much as we could at night since ’71 vw’s are not known for their cooling abilities, in fact in that super hot summer, what little breeze a bus filled with anywhere from 5-8 people and assorted animals with all their stuff, the bus barely ever made it to 55 to create much of a breeze!
we celebrated our leaving the city and heading west with a few drops each form the magical bottle…we needed to stay awake and we figured the bus that satys awake together stays on the road together..
we rolled west toward iowa and as we crossed the state line found ourselves a lovely and appearing abandoned rest area/welcome center
we pulled in and mary went to use the bathroom. inside was a poor, lonely cleaning lady who was vacuuming. the door was locked so mary proceeded to bang on it, louder and yelling and finally the lady turned saw her in all her lovely hippie/midsummer tourness and screamed!
mary yelled thorugh the window she just needed to pee!
the woman unlocked the door and let her in, then she saw the rest of us….i was the only other female in the van…think i had some dreads at that point still and i was standing there with 4 men all looking dirty and nappy and funky….
i got a very weird feeling about her staring at as as she turned and walked away, keeping an eye on us until she disappeared behind a wall….
i grabbed the magic bottle and ran off and hid it in a bush….after spending hours spun and no sleep for days, i just got “that” feeling….thankfully!
i also began looking for the hash ball…i remembered at one point holding it and smelling it and loving it, but then i also remember looking out the window at the shooting stars (cigarettes being held out windows in the front seat)…thinking about this feeling i was having and knowing the bottle was safely stashed, i spent my time going through everything i could looking for that ball….that was not found…
about 10 mins later a police car rolls up with a woman in it…she asks to search the vehicle (i was a passenger, so i had no say, but they agreed to let the woman officer search)…
she asked if we had anything to declare..I said I did…i had some hash that i couldn’t find but there were rusted out holes in the floor and think it fell out there….she laughed, i don’t think she believed me, but hey, it was the truth and didn’t want nice folks getting caught up for my hash ball
she found a bottle of pills and someone claimed them and she said well these aren’t that bad (speed)…i asked her why she decided to search us…she said they had a gang of folks running guns along rt 80 dressed as hippies….so she was looking for guns? ok…after a half hearted search, she let us go and told us to keep rolling until we are out of iowa where ever it was we are going
we obliged her, gave the van a nice push and rolling down hill, popped her into 2nd and away we went…slowly getting onto the highway, i explained to mary (bus owner) my pretty bottle is sitting in this bush and as the police lady drives off fast ahead, an exit is coming up, we can loop around and go get it and be back on the highway….mary, who loved that bottle as much as i did, put on her biggest smile and said how we could probably all do with a few drops to keep us going and to celebrate our luck of having the laziest police search ever! the whole bus cheered and we circled back, grabbed the bottle and off we went with wet pams…
about 3 more hours down the road, we pulled over at this little cafe…walnut cafe i believe it was called, to use the bathroom, stretch legs and get some drinks and head back out…
while there i begin the search for the hash ball again…as i am slowly taking items out and shaking them, i notice a gaggle of kittens coming closer and closer…there was one little brace kitten who was all white but with a grey streak on the top of her head…seh came right to me, climbed up on the items being piled out, crying and purring…wanting attention…the others wouldn’t cross the driveway from their bush and their mom…
as we loaded things back in the kitten would not go away…she refused when i took her back to her family and the bush…she would run back right next to my feet and try and jump in the van….i figured she is about 8 weeks, she apparently wants to come on tour…so in she came and off we rolled….she was promptly named cassidy and she quickly figured out if she followed that smokey thing around she would feel funny and lay down purring in someones lap (no one puffed into her face after much debate, she just followed the smoke around, even if we tried to blow it away from her!)
we finally got into missouri…relieved to be free from iowa and the stress we had there, we decided we should find a nice quiet rest area and let everyone get out, nap, stretch, hang out for a few hours….just enjoy the not too hot summer day off…
we find a nice spot and notice one of our crew was starting to vibrate and not in such a good way….we stopped at different areas until we found one, practically empty which was against some woods…a short distance back int he woods was an old apple orchard, so we thought if we get him back there he can freak out or whatever away from the normal folk…
we start heading back but there is an old barbwire fence on the ground…he refused to cross is…wouldn’t even go near it…fuck
ok, we figured if we got him back in the van, go on to somewhere else…as we head back to the rest area from the woods we see buses and cars and the place is filling up!
christian goes and sits on the grass away from everyone which is awesome…we keep an eye on him…then we see the three teens from the baptist church group walking toward him with a fucking frisbee…
the 3 set up around him in a sort of triangle since he is in the only really good open space…he is just there on his knees….i notice some movement, well we all saw it truly…his hand sliding down the front of his shorts….yeah…we knew we were going to jail at that point….
i quickly head to the van, grab the poor bottle again and take it into the ladies, wrap it in paper towels and stick it in the bottom of one of the ladies stall trash bins…
he starts beating off and screaming at the top of his lungs…you remember that scene from platoon, in the end, when the helicopter is flying away, the guy is on his knees screaming, imagine that with a dirty tour kid spanking his junk….
his travel buddy is freaking out now because he doesn’t know what to do, so he goes behind the bathrooms and does tai chi to calm down…it is crazy though, every time he does the movements, his buddy stops screaming and calms down (neither of them can see each other, but we are in a vantage where we can see both)
the baptist girls are fucking laughing and keep playing frisbee, no idea what the fuck they were thinking, but i know if that were mee, i would have back ed the fuck away…probably not so slowly either….
ok, so we tell christian’s friend (whose name i forget now) to keep doing ti till we figure out how to get him back in the van…
in the mean time, someone has called the police…
the police man pulls up and i swear to whoever, he looked like boss hog…he was very fat and his face was very fat, but FLAT like a pancake…so weird…i remember thinking why is he talking to me and if i laugh we are all going to prison…over and over in my head (mind you i was a hard working tour kid, but i was also still considered a runaway…my parents little trick so if i ended up dead or in jail they would know)
the kitten was sitting on my lap calmly, but when i stood to speak to the officer, she kept climbing all over me with her kitten claws and my mind racing thinking i cannot laugh or we are going to prison and a million other things, while trying to keep my shit together to talk to this cop…
he had a fucking southern accent too, fucking boss hog, i loved the dukes of hazard….
he asks who is the kid, i explain how we left chiacgo and picked them up as riders, don’t even know their names, but you know how it is sometimes people get high and freak out, but we have him under control and we are leaving and going to kansas as soon as we leave this rest area…
he said how we better not stop for anything and not even slow down…
yes sir, we will, not stopping or slowing down, we will push the bus out of the state if we run out of gas…
i go to christian and explain we have to leave now….he looks up at me with the most innocent eyes and says “shoulda coulda woulda, please mister don’t”
he stands up and makes his hands into a fish fin in front and proceeds to swim aorund…
i said ok christian, lets go this way, and made my hands like his and he followed…every tiem we got close to the van he would veer off and i would collect him and swim him toward the van…
mr officer boss hog is not amused and wants us out…he says shove him in the van so next time we get christian close i hop in the van and say “shoulda coulda woulda, please mister don’t” and he smiles and comes right to the open door…the guys grab his arms and try to push him in but he put up one arm and four guys couldn’t move that tiny kid…
i kept smiling and telling christian how much cool stuff was in the van and jerry was waiting for us tomorrow in kansas so we had to go now or they wouldn’t let us go to the show…
he finally got in!!
we push start the van and all the people in the rest area cheered as we drove away!
we got on the highway and mary asks where is the bottle…i explain and she veers off the next exit…she says how there is NO WAY we are leaving that little crystal beauty behind after all we went through for it so far!
we pull back into the rest area and as she loops the bus around so i can hop in once i am back out of the womens room, the people who were left from before all cheered again!!!
apparently as crazy as we seemed to them we were also their sunday afternoon entertainment…who knew baptist church groups had bus loads of folks to rest areas for sunday picnics…
as we head along our merry way, we finally cross into kansas…
we found a campground not far from sandstone and had a major discussion, as much as we loved having christian and his friend, we did take a huge risk and they were a bit freaked out, so they hopped another ride!
we all proceeded to puddle and just rage the campsite…we could not believe our luck of making it the way we did..it was insane…we kept asking each other if it really happened, heck to this day when i have the chance to see folks from that ride we STILL talk about how insane that was and if it really happened!
we all agreed after some sleep later that night and the afternoon of the sandstone show, that the bus needs to be repainted…if i was going to keep carrying items as i was, we should at least TRY to be more low key!
we stopped at a store before heading to the lot and bought a bunch of spray pant…the only two colors they had with enough quantity was royal blue and sunshine yellow!
we got to the lot and spent the whole preshow drinking beers and still spun and amazed by all that had happened in the past 48…well more like 24 hours since we left chicago!
we pared next to the spinners compund and had to hear it from them for hours…finally i flipped out and told them to shut the fuck up as sorry as i am to mother earth and their lungs i prefer NOT being pulled over the rest of tour (3 shows) and the rest of tour was peaceful! two nights in kansas then last night in denver and nary a sideways glance from any police in our new blue and yellow bus! it was very very shiney…
Oh and as a side note second night of kansas i finally laid my sleeping bag out at a campsite (the little sleep i did have the night before was in the bus, so i never unrolled my bag)
as i unrolled it i saw a thing go flying…i quick grabbed the light and sought out what it was….the golfball of hash!!!
i was so spun/exhausted i forgot i tucked it into the already rolled up bag in the rush to push the van out of the lot!
that hash came in handy for sleeping that night…exhausted from the numerous puddles and lack of sleep that topper of hash was just right to make me sleep like the dead that night!
anyway….i know it is a long story but it was totally crazy and it all took place over such a short period of time that seemed like a week
that is why i call it the story of the magical mystery vial…that thing had all sorts of powers!!
just for fun, this is the bus @ the raffle
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This is the story about how I got introduced to PHISH, or should I say got HOOKED. I met my girlfriend at Stanley’s Chicago. The place was crowded so we headed out to another place. Unfortunately, the second place was DEAD so we headed back to Stanley’s again. My girlfriend Renata wanted to go else where But I simply decided to stay and hang by myself. It didn’t take me long to figure that I was surrounded by whole bunch of Douche-Bags. So I finally decided to leave the place. It was midnight so i lit a cigarette and decided to smoke at the Bus Stop. 4 guys approach me and ask me for cigarettes. I spared as many as I could and ended up having a great conversation with one of them. Before I proceed further I must tell you, I am 28 yrs Old female from India who has been living in Chicago for past 3 years and was totally unaware of Phish’s existence (WOW). Anyways, the guy I ended up talking with for another 4 -5 hours was ROSS, 23 yr. old working as a manager HUGGGGGGE Phish fan, and hated his job. The guy had followed the band around for quite some time. Soon enough we start talking about our FEARS. The conversation went long and as a part of it HE invited me to join him for Phish’s 1st concert of Summer 2010. We had connected at a much deeper level and something inside me wanted to trust this guy. So we exchanged numbers and I finally decided to goto my first Phish Concert.
Now here is the thing. I m from India and I have been to sevral places IN India, where people live in communions and have absolute open heart for each other. When I first got to Toyota park, I felt like I was either back in time, or simply Dejavu. It was a very comfortable feeling that I still remember. As we entered the gates…I was astonished how amazing the entire scene was. And the music began. I must say, I have NEVER EVER felt and recieved music in such a way. I was in a very meditative state. Everything was perfect. I was falling in love…with PHISH… and was loving the feeling. Many thanks to my Friend Forever ROSS, Who introduced me to such great phenomenon of life AT A BUS STOP IN CHICAGO CITY.
Needless to say, Ross quit his job the next day of our meeting and works as a head Server at a very Nice restaurant in town now. And as far as me, Alpine is my second concert experience of Phish. I just know one thing, Everytime I hear the music, my feet start dancing and my lips start smiling. I feel I m in Love!
Thanks ROSS! THANKS PHISH!!