I start running and as I'm being patted down at the gate, I hear the three notes Leroi closes Best Of What's Around with. I'm a little pissed off but take solice in the fact that at least we made it and at least I have two more shows in West Palm Beach to see the band.
I've heard the next two songs (When The World Ends and Rhyme & Reason) at every show I've been to so I take the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Mike goes to buy himself and I tour shirts. I'm still a little bummed out, but I soon forget my troubles and enjoy the rest of the show.
I won't do a song-by-song analysis, but I'll mention some highlights. First off, the boys get more energetic year after year. I was glad to finally hear a full-band Lie In Our Graves and the rarity Say Goodbye. The Stand Up songs were a real treat as well, though I would have liked to hear Stolen Away, Stand Up and You Might Die Trying. It's understandable that they didn't play them since they were also played the first night at SPAC. I should get a chance to hear them on at least one of the two nights in West Palm Beach.
I'd have to say my favorite of the night was Louisiana Bayou. The recordings I've heard pale in comparison to actually hearing it live, especially with Dave on the electric guitar. The jam was splendid and I was exhausted when it was finally over. The show closed with Two Step, with Dave messing up and switching the first and second verse as he's done a lot this tour. Old Dirt Hill and What You Are were played in the the encore. I had predicted ODH and Watchtower, but I picked up on What You Are a couple of notes into the intro.
The walk back to the car at the end of the show was a lot quicker than the walk there and we saw Butch in his bus driving out of the venue. I read on Ants that someone died leaving the show, and I wonder if it was as a result of the same accident we saw a few hundred feet from the exit.
The drive to New York wasn't as exciting as the drive there because it was dark and I couldn't see any mountains. The highlight of the drive, which is pretty sad, was Dave getting yelled at by the gas station cashier for talking on his cell phone. I thought the whole "cell phone creating a static spark" myth was debunked (a quick check on Snopes confirms my suspicion). In New York City, we head for Chicken & Rice and wait in a relatively short line. I order two (one for the road) and we eat at the tables of the 53th Street Deli. Chris joins us and we catch up a bit about work and other things. I gotta say, something definitely changed since I've been gone from school since I could barely finish half of a platter and ended up taking the remaining one and a half platters back with me to Philly.
We take Chris and Dave home and make the early morning/late night drive back to Philadelphia, which greets us with a cool 55 degrees and some sunshine. I quickly fall asleep and spend the rest of Sunday just hanging out and moving things from the frat house to our new house. Not nearly as adventurous a day as Saturday, but a great winding down day. Carl drives me to airport on Monday and the flight back is not nearly as bad as the trip there.
All that said, I enjoyed the weekend immensely. It was a great way to break the monotony of routine, do something I hadn't done in a while and see my buddies. This weekend aslo helped me confirm the stark contrast I've seen between college life and real life and as a result I'm definitely gonna be taking advantage of my time at school more so that I already have.