11-05-2014, 12:49 PM
It was a stunningly gorgeous morning and dm took the coast road up to Mic's magik mansion, a dear old deadhead friend who has a majestic Victorian on Ashbury, getting there by lunch. Dm scored a great parking space (always auspicious). Mic's place was busy as next door, the Phishheads were taking pix outside the dead house (right next door) plus an array of Mic friends (dm friends too) came parading through to catch a mmmoment with ol' Mic. Dm took a break to walk Haight, something he hasn't done in years. Checked out his friend's tye dye shop, which is housed where Positively Haight street used to be. It's mmmagnificent. And then mused about, poking his head in the bookstore and other odd shops that caught his fancy (there's a super cool Star Wars store there now). Then it was over to BGC with Mic at the wheel (that dude can really drive SF, no mmatter how mmmedicated). Also along for the ride was rugmaker Yuyu, Space and the ever enchanting RM party gal, Ms. Jenny. We got to BGC and it was a fucking mess. The truck from the Greek came to unload the gear as the season closed, plus there was some Shoreline gear as their season just ended too, so there was just gear everywhere, plus the last show's crew (for Bruno Mars) left the place totally trashed - even vomit powder on the floor! Lawd. But we got it all sorted, astonishingly quickly, as more vols arrived and were eager to do stuff (dm has taken to ordering nooBs about quite nicely). Mic had scored sammiches at the Haight market where his daughter works now (he gets a major discount) and we were soon fed, mmeded and ready for some phishin....
One of the tasks I took care of was to dump a container of my dad's old sharps into the sharp disposal at RM. My mom found a cache of his needles for his blood sugar tests, and was going to take it to some proper dumping place, but I knew I'd be at RM so that seemed best that I take that over. It was melancholy, another moment of closure.
My zen priest friend showed up at Phish. He looks for me at every concert he goes to and finally we connected. His daughter and mine were classmates, and our families have gone camping and on other trips together. I helped him build his hottub. He was there with his wife and two other parents from my kid's old school who remembered me but I didn't really remember. Those other parents were lit - prolly X given how deeply they hugged me - and I joined them for the 1st 2 songs. Phish opened with Walfredo but they were all playing in each other's positions, which really confused me at first. Then they went into Ocelot, which is a song that reminds me how much the echo the Dead style (BTW, you probably heard Furthur called it quits - sad, but fitting although next year marks their 50th). Then I went back to RM and was soundly chastised for not responding to being called for the last 15 mins. DM replied "You only told me to take a radio. You didn't say I had to turn it on."
Psych was light - The Skipper , Pearly B & Viv from Whitebird, lean for Phish, but we managed. The Skipper & I executed a fine takedown early on the first night - a biggish dude but we put him down right into a stack of mats so it was an extremely soft landing. Then I coached a bunch of nooBs in the fine art of restraint as Skipper did the talk. He was one of those annoying IPRs with even more annoying friends. He had like $2k in cash on him and a bindle. His friends said they would take care of him, but they lost him and he was found later wandering around outside. We took him in again and got a different friend, but it reminded me of why I don't care for Phishheads. It has the trappings of Deadheads but in the final analysis, they are much more selfish. That tripper did get off one great line "Kadinsky is Bullshit!" which made me laugh.
Phish also played Take me out to the Ballgame, Thus Spake Zarathustra and A Day in the Life, but I was stuck is psych the whole night.
There was one other IPR, a gal with a history of seizure. She was rigid, almost like full body cramps, and we rolled her because it was presenting way too weirdly.
After the show, we all hopped into Mic's van, waiting on Jenn for a spell, until she confirmed via texts that she had found somewhere else to spend the night (she's still a party gal and opted for someplace more lively than a house of old hippie dudes). Everyone crashed early when we got home (although Mic said later he stayed up to watch the niners game). Alex, Yuyu's son, both of whom who some of you might remember from my TCEC Dragon Crew, came in late. He works for APE now and as dm was tweakin with aftershow glow, he got up and hung out with Alex as he ate some noodles and chatted. It was very pleasant, although Dm hardly slept at all.
One of the tasks I took care of was to dump a container of my dad's old sharps into the sharp disposal at RM. My mom found a cache of his needles for his blood sugar tests, and was going to take it to some proper dumping place, but I knew I'd be at RM so that seemed best that I take that over. It was melancholy, another moment of closure.
My zen priest friend showed up at Phish. He looks for me at every concert he goes to and finally we connected. His daughter and mine were classmates, and our families have gone camping and on other trips together. I helped him build his hottub. He was there with his wife and two other parents from my kid's old school who remembered me but I didn't really remember. Those other parents were lit - prolly X given how deeply they hugged me - and I joined them for the 1st 2 songs. Phish opened with Walfredo but they were all playing in each other's positions, which really confused me at first. Then they went into Ocelot, which is a song that reminds me how much the echo the Dead style (BTW, you probably heard Furthur called it quits - sad, but fitting although next year marks their 50th). Then I went back to RM and was soundly chastised for not responding to being called for the last 15 mins. DM replied "You only told me to take a radio. You didn't say I had to turn it on."
Psych was light - The Skipper , Pearly B & Viv from Whitebird, lean for Phish, but we managed. The Skipper & I executed a fine takedown early on the first night - a biggish dude but we put him down right into a stack of mats so it was an extremely soft landing. Then I coached a bunch of nooBs in the fine art of restraint as Skipper did the talk. He was one of those annoying IPRs with even more annoying friends. He had like $2k in cash on him and a bindle. His friends said they would take care of him, but they lost him and he was found later wandering around outside. We took him in again and got a different friend, but it reminded me of why I don't care for Phishheads. It has the trappings of Deadheads but in the final analysis, they are much more selfish. That tripper did get off one great line "Kadinsky is Bullshit!" which made me laugh.
Phish also played Take me out to the Ballgame, Thus Spake Zarathustra and A Day in the Life, but I was stuck is psych the whole night.
There was one other IPR, a gal with a history of seizure. She was rigid, almost like full body cramps, and we rolled her because it was presenting way too weirdly.
After the show, we all hopped into Mic's van, waiting on Jenn for a spell, until she confirmed via texts that she had found somewhere else to spend the night (she's still a party gal and opted for someplace more lively than a house of old hippie dudes). Everyone crashed early when we got home (although Mic said later he stayed up to watch the niners game). Alex, Yuyu's son, both of whom who some of you might remember from my TCEC Dragon Crew, came in late. He works for APE now and as dm was tweakin with aftershow glow, he got up and hung out with Alex as he ate some noodles and chatted. It was very pleasant, although Dm hardly slept at all.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse