[We would like to thank David Steinberg aka @zzyzx for recapping last night's show. -Ed.]
As someone who is a few weeks away from the 30th anniversary of living in Seattle (Q: What do you call someone who moved to Seattle 30 years ago? A: A transplant!), I have a name for days like we had for most of the week leading up to the Phish run. I call them "foolers."
Friday was a great example of such a thing. The sun was shining. The sky was blue with nary a cloud to see. It was about 70 degrees. Flowers and trees were blooming everywhere; on the right block you'd get ridiculously fragrant air. No matter which direction you turned, there were snowcapped mountains on the horizon. Even to the north, the rarely observed Mt. Baker - some 85 miles away from Seattle - was easily seen out on the horizon.
I had friends in town like many Phish fans. I shifted my work schedule up temporally and booked early to meet them. I took them to the Queen Anne Hill viewpoint where we got someone holding an SLR to take our photo with Rainier in the background. We offered to take hers in exchange but she was waiting for some mysterious group. A few minutes later, Lizzy shushed us and pointed to our left where a man suddenly got down on a knee and proposed. The no-longer girlfriend weepingly accepted, we applauded, our new friend was snapping away. It was that kind of day!
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