i don't know how to get to the tweeter center. i know it's 95 north to something to something. and that's how i set out yesterday around 4. follow the cars with phish bumper stickers; they'll get you there.
tuesday night a friend (eli) of a friend (cooper) offered me his extra ticket, just purchased off of the love of my life- ebay! it was certainly the work of a divine being. i was meant to go to this show, obviously. me, being defenseless human that i am against fate, had no other choice but to pay the ridiculous price for the excellent seat i had been so generously offered.
and that was how i found myself at the bank yesterday after work. no, not depositing my last paycheck as i had promised myself but rather cashing it as well as making a withdrawal... oh money. how you make the world go round.
the show was positively electric. and worth every cent. hell, walking from my car in lot 4 to the entrance was worth that much. phish phans are phucking hot. i was in the minority when it came to not having dreads. i so need them. highlights include eli being trashed and having his magic hat confiscated as well as license examined by a cop on a bike that appeared out of no where as addie sarah and i slowly walked away inconspicuously. and the guy with the sign that said 'need beer, have peanut butter.' one dude asked for money to help bail out his incarcerated brother. i had to give some, i truly believe him, and if he lied, then whatever. i hope my 3 dollars goes towards acid. he looked like he needed a trip out of this world.
the people around us were all very awesome. the guy next to me had been to 64 shows. the guy in back of me at one point found it necessary to tell me about a show he went to at the orpheum while he was on acid. he went to, er, move his bowels, and seriously thought he was releasing his soul. one woman gave me 7 yarn bracelets for free. she said they'd heal me. i said thanks.
it was a great show, i don't really have anything to compare it to, though, so it could have been a shitty phish show and i wouldn't know the difference. but they played a bunch of my favorites, so that's hot. during prince caspian i had to call ryan. everyone was dancing, it was so beautiful. they had a trippy lights thing at one point. oh, and fishman played the vaccuum. innnnn a dress. that part i could have done without. it was really just kind of dumb. but it was great, because it was phish. so whatever. deal.
i went to work today, because i am poor and have a terrible spending habit.
left early, picked up rye, and we went to the hope library. why, you question? to see mrs hamilton, our 8th grade english teacher. this chick was so awesome. she's 26 (but she was only 23 when we had her, barely out of college), and has totally inspired us to do everything we have ever done, kind of. that sounds so lame, but it's true. she's one of the only reasons we managed to get through 8th grade at the, pardon my french, shitty catholic middle school we went to. she made us read ginsberg and kerouac and plath (that's why i wrote my term paper on her this year.) she taught us to write. none of that grammar stuff that the school actually wanted us to learn, but how to write- how to find something that you love and describe it and convey it in words on paper so that someone else fully understands and recognizes and feels it as well. she made us listen to rage against the machine and the grateful dead. she's the one who introduced us to phish (which was why i was eager to see her today!) with 'prince caspian.' she encouraged us to rise above middle school bs and we did.
and that has made all the difference. (sorry, she made us read frost as well.)
we stopped first to buy her flowers. we hadnt even seen her for over 3 years. we looked in the case at the florist, and picked out the exact same bouquet of red daisies. they're her favorite. so we trek all the way to hope ((4 miles from my house)) to see her. turns out, she had a baby just a couple of weeks ago. she and mickey named him caleb (a la sarah plain and tall.) she was going to name him caspian, but she met a guy named cass ('very hot, with many tattoos, i'd date him if i werent married' was how she described him) just a couple of weeks ago and it turns out he murdered his girlfriend. soooooo no caspian. but i don't care. i'm totally naming my son caspian.
but anyways. she still completely rocks, and that was my point. it was so weird seeing her 3 years later, and she hasn't changed at all. she's still loud and bubbly and hippie-esque and awesome. she was only a teacher for that one year (she gave it up after my terrible class kind of ruined it all for her) and i'm really happy that i was lucky enough to be one of her students. which is lame, yes. but true.
meeting up with mike in a little bit. we don't know what we're doing where, but hopefully we'll figure it out.