This journey started at our house in Denver during a college party that we were hosting. I had just caught my first two shows having seen Jazz Fest show and 2nd night a Red Rocks. My buddy comes up to me pretty damn close to midnight and says "I just got two tickets to see Phish in Omaha and we are about to take off. Why don't you come with?" After finalizing some of the logistics and discovering that one our friends Meagan would provide the car and that our friend Anne was from Omaha and that we had a place to sleep we hit the road.

One of the nastiest road trips you could imagine. I just remember my buddy Mark and I switching off driving and it was a white knuckle drive as ice was everywhere. When the sun came up in the morning we could see jackknifed trucks all over the interstate. Arrived to Omaha, took a nap and woke up for Phish.

Man was I blown away by the entire night. I think part of it was seeing them in what was a small venue to me. The first set was solid but I felt a good vibe and then when they came out for the second set I had my mind blown away. First opening with La Grange which is my favorite ZZ Top song by far and I had no idea back then that they covered it. Then things got crazy as Runaway Jim led to some insanity. I will skip ahead to something I will never forget and that is this version of Harry Hood. I remember Trey egging us on while holding that note, man that's perhaps the biggest sustained smile I have experienced and damn near brought some tears to my eyes (in a good way). Beautiful song and what an experience it was, I have seen plenty of Harry Hoods since but that one will always remain special and my favorite version witnessed. The We're an American Band encore was great too, the crowd erupted during the Omaha line.

The drive back was a piece of cake and we all had big smiles the entire time. That was the only spur of the moment Phish trip I ever took and would definitely do it again if I had the chance.