Furthur

[Drunk Monk]

So Sunday, I got a +3 for Furthur @ Shoreline for S, T and T's friend (Tf, who accompanied us under that rock during the thunderstorm in Yosemite this summer). S picked up an extra shift, leaving me to pick up Tf (why Tf's parents allow her to go off with me to a Dead show is something to ponder, yes?) Embarrassingly, Furthur only sold 8K (it currently holds 21K+) so the place was empty. They had left several displays and booths from Harmony by the Bay the day before, which gave the girls something to explore before the show and elicited a very awkward moment when T asked what a shirt that said "vagatarian" meant. Dad had to explain. S arrived in good time, and RM was delighted to see both her and T. T was getting a little fed up with the 'you don't remember me. last time i saw you, you were this tall...' There was a funny natural segregation between the new RM red shirt uniforms at main med and the tiedyes at the annex. Don't get me wrong. I love red. My car is red. Bright red. But red shirts remind me of Star Trek phaser fodder. Anyway, we got separated when I gave a restraint in-service, but I found them again in the crowd just after the show started, which really impressed S, but truth be told, with the crowd at less than half capacity and knowing S's habits, she was easy to track down. The band sounded good, sweet and sophisticated, especially after all that EDM the night before. EDM: Dead music; porn: epic romance. Seriously. porn nowadays is just fucking scenes, no plot, not even a shoestring one. Dead tunes are so full of emotional range, so complex and evocative, so much lyricism and character. A good friend that couldn't make the show started texting me as he was streaming it off the web thru his iPhone connect to his home stereo and flipping out because he thought it was so good. He was txting "r u hearing this?!?!' and I was replying "yes. i am here". It was fun. S, T and Tf left at set break (school nite, after all). S was ambivalent about being escorted out to the parking lot, but when they got accosted by an annoying drunken couple, she was grateful. I took their beer away, then gave it back jokingly, then warned them about the cop presence, which was significant. Such losers. It's not like there weren't tickets. They just couldn't cough up $40 and spent it on beer instead. Talked someone out of the K-hole during 2nd set. Got them back to the tent, hydrated, and right when it looked like he was getting too comfortable, I noted that they were doing a Terrapin reprise, and we all dashed back into the venue. They also did China Cat, which confirmed my 'in-the-grooviness' as I had cooked up a lammy for both nights that was a Cheshire Cat/China Cat, backed with a deck of playing cards that I got from a dollar store, complete with handpainted glow-in-the-dark smile. They were a big hit at both shows. Then at the end, I was part of the 'find rides home' crew, trucking around on carts in the parking lots. Two were these sweet scantily-clad UK gals, Mary and Kate, who just couldn't find their ride sadly and had to be rolled. The other was a vendor, who could follow simple directions but was mostly bent over, probably from too much strychnine in his acid. We found him his ride late late at night, but then, as we got him settled, our damn cart driver took off with my Rm partner's backpack. abandoned. dammit. We had to walk all the way back, found the cart in front of the box office with the backpack still riding shotgun. That struck me as oddly funny after my other partner's jacket incident at Wonderland.