We stashed our stashes in a locker at the greyhound bus station in Buffalo. We headed to the venue empty. My friend managed to find a sack after much searching.

Sloth was a rare, nice treat.

This was a good show, but after the AWESOMENESS of Oswego, any show would have seemed lackluster. I cannot comprehend, for the life of me, why I read so many negative reviews of Oswego. 7-17-99 might be one of the best 2-set shows Phish has ever played (for setlist awesomeness and jamming!!! It really all came together).

We crossed back into Buffalo to get our supplies. I tried my key in the locker, but it wouldn't open. A police officer came up to me and asked if I needed help. I told him I think I owed money on the locker. He walked me down a narrow hallway to a tiny room with a desk and a man behind it. I gave the man two dollars, and the police officer escorted me back to the locker. Needless to say, I'm a bit nervous about the whole goddamn thing at this point. The officer opened up the locker, and I grabed a cooler. I could HEAR glass clinking together inside the cooler, but it must not have aroused any suspicion in the mind of the law. I walked out quickly, got in the car where my buds were waiting, and we got the phuck out of Buffalo!

I miss touring.
I miss the funk.
It's still good to be alive though.