At around noon me and my buddies were having our first drinks of the day. Some guy comes up and asks if we wanted his mushrooms. Dude looked like he had just seen a ghost, a scary ghost, maybe a scary ghost wearing a tutu. Hard to describe but I am sure a lot of you are familiar with this look.

Anyways, we took him up on his offer. On my friends advice, I weighed out the mushrooms. It's always good to know what you're getting yourself into. It was a decent sized bag and weighed out to be about 7 grams. I thought it was maybe 4 so I was pretty relieved that I weighed them.

Fast forward, we got to the floor about an hour before the show was going to start. I decided to get busy with my preferred method of eating mushrooms straight. That method entails rolling them into balls about the size of sugar cube and throwing back like aspirin with beer chaser. Not a bad method. It typically has treated me well.

I'm on about my third cap when I rolled one a little too big. This massive cap got lodged in my throat and I ended up puking. This would be my first puke of the night. (An aside, amazingly, when I thew up the caps they had unrolled in my stomach and looked just like they did before I balled them up)

Once 555 started playing I decided to check the bag to see where I was at and was shocked to see that there was only scraps left at the bottom of the bag. I had ate 6.5 grams when my intention had been to eat about 3. I had to make a decision: force myself to throw them up or just let it rip. I decided to grip it and rip it.

Terrence McKenna mentions in his writing that anything over 5 grams of mushrooms is a “heroic trip.” By Yarmouth Road I felt anything but heroic. I was trapped in time and I just didn't know what to do. Yarmouth through David Bowie felt like a hundred years. I never thought I was going to get out of that maze.

Once Bowie started I immediately puked all over my friends foot. Right on top. He was wearing sandals but took it like a champ. “I thought you spilled your beer on me, man... until I smelled it.”

I went to the bathroom with him to clean his foot and we returned back to home base during Cavern. The set ended and I was convinced the show was over. I was wrong. Not even close.

Second set was a very different story. Was feeling AMAZING by DWD and What's the Use? Is one of my all time favorite pieces of Phish and the song I've always wanted to hear more than anything else.

You ever have that moment at a Phish show where you feel like “This is for me!” It's one of the greatest feelings I have ever had. I had that moment during that What's the Use?

The rest of the show was killer. The jamming was tight that whole set but I think my favorite moment (after the What's the Use?) was the Fluffhead encore. Yelling that “OH YEAH!!” after the night I had been through was a grand experience I will never forget.

I love this band.