Phuckers!

My darling Max worked his ass off this week, staying up most nights until 2am and getting up at 7am, in order to get all his work done so that he could fly to the east coast for the last Phish concert. He gave his class their final on Thursday evening, and directly after the exam, got on the subway and headed for the airport. He took an overnight flight to Boston, arriving Friday morning to meet up with our friend Art. Max and Art then drove from Boston, heading for Coventry Vermont.

It is early Saturday morning, and I just got a very sad call from Max. They drove all day, and hit the expected traffic (25 miles worth) fairly close to the venue last night. They then edged their way towards the entrance over a 16 hour period... (insane) At which point everyone was told that unless you were already on the grounds, you were please to turn around and go home. Apparently the rainy weather has turned the venue into a mudslide, and they are not letting anyone else go in. Apparently only about 5 thousand of the 70,000 made it in on Thursday before the rain. That's a lot of unhappy people.

Poor Max and Art!

Stymied By Mud, Police Turn Back Phish Fans