My ears received a very special treat the last two weeks. I went to six concerts in seven days and let me tell you: it is fabulous to live the life of a rock star. Not so fabulous is having to come in to work for three days at the end of last week because I’ve completely depleted all of my vacation time but I have to pay this all off somehow.
It was worth every moment of sleep deprivation.
Last Thursday, I took off from work early, packed a suitcase full of hippie dresses, Birkenstocks, and necessary toiletries and left Hoboken, New Jersey in direction of Noblesville, Indiana. Karen drove her shiny new car (“Mabel the Enabler”) and we sped off into the blood orange sunset, spending the evening in a very nondescript hotel in Zanesville, Ohio. We continued the drive early the next day, singing at the top of our lungs, dancing in the car, and flirting with the cute Phishheads on the road. It was all very Thelma and Louise (minus the driving over a cliff part). After one night in Indiana, we continued to Wisconsin to hear Phish at the legendary Alpine Valley venue for two more nights and then completely miscalculated how long it would take us to get back to New York for the shows at Jones Beach (answer: 18 very long hours).
Some random, funny, and/or poignant observations from the road:
– While sitting under a tree and smoking a cigarette, a beautiful young girl complimented me on my legs and curly hair. She sat down to chat and asked if she could introduce me to her friend Greg. Before I knew it, he stood in front of me and asked if he could kiss my legs. It was kind of strange but I was buzzed so either I agreed or I didn’t protest, I can’t remember. A moment later, he was gnawing on my leg as though it were a piece of corn but instead of throwing him off me, I couldn’t help but laugh because the whole thing was so ridiculous. I think the girl may have given me the sex eyes. Think they were trying for a threesome?
– Cheese kurds are maybe kind of gross. I don’t get it with these things but I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who wants to try these squeaky (read: rubbery) pieces of cheese.
– After the last show in Wisconsin, about 10 of us gathered outside the hotel to drink, smoke, and listen to the Phish show from the previous night. We were maybe a bit loud, so when the manager came out, I was sure he was going to ask us politely to head to our rooms. Instead he told us a Domino’s pizza guy dropped off extra pizzas and would we like any. Definitely not something you would see in New York.
– There was a rainbow at the first night of Jones Beach. So what did we do as we were waiting to get into the show? We quoted the “Double Rainbow” guy from YouTube. If you haven’t seen this already, go and look it up now.
– Recently I mentioned a steamy email exchange with a certain someone which ended rather abruptly. Before I left for my tour, he emailed me a clip of Phish performing “Oh, Sweet Nuthin'”, a Velvet Underground song which they had only performed four times before. Wouldn’t you know it, they played it on the second night at Alpine.
– Remember the handsome stranger I wrote about many weeks ago? The one with the cheesy pickup lines who grabbed me on the lawn when Phish played at Hartford? I thought for sure our texting affair had ended when I asked him for drinks and never heard back. But he came through and sent me a text message at one of the Jones Beach shows so we met up during a setbreak… and I thoroughly enjoyed reconnecting with him. We hugged more than we should have and he told me a story about how his asparagus helped bring a couple together at a festival, and damn it to hell… It totally won me over. So we’ll see where that goes.
– Many moons ago I had a brief fling with someone but the timing was never quite right. I see him at least once every tour and it’s strange because I feel we’ll always have chemistry but he’s married now and I know I shouldn’t be excited to see him, and yet, I can’t shake the shit-eating grin from my face when we bump into each other. Is that horrible?
I’m sure there’s more I could report but I have the worst head cold since I returned and I’m in a bit of a haze still. I’m old and it takes a while to recover these days. But today Phish announced their fall tour so I get to do this all over again in just a few short months!