This was brutal. I stood up on crushed beer cans to keep my feet out of the pond near the stage. The Boogie On is worth remembering as they purposely tried not to end the song. It was great how they got louder and louder and played on.

Soaked and freezing, lower back pain kicking in, I started walking mid-set break toward the exit through the crowd when a petite, gorgeous, sequins-clad brunette mistook me for someone she'd met in Carolina and started half drunkenly talking to me. Not to sound jaded, but the conversation was better than the second set.

Notable as my worst Phish experience, my low point.