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When we arrived at our hotel and turned on the TV, the top story on the local news was that Phish was in town (and subsequently there were many drug arrests).
Around 1:30 am we heard the following really freaking loud conversation taking place what seemed like right outside our door:
Male 1 (yelling): “I’m sooo bored!”
Male 2: “Yeah I know”
Male 1: “I need beer…”
Male 1 (yelling louder): “Somebody feed me beer…”
Male 3: “Hey man, did you go to the show…”
Male 1: “Yeah man.”
Male 3: “Was is good?”
Male 1: “Yeah.”
Male 3: “Could you smoke there?”
Male 1: “Naw man…”
Male 3: “Was there beer?”
Male 1: “Yeah man.”
Male 3: “How much did it cost?”
Male 1: “Five and a quarter…”
Male 3: “Twenty-four ounces?”
Male 1: “Yeah.”
Male 3: “Sweet.”
Then Male 1 proceded to walk away yelling about being bored and wanting beer.
This morning the parking lot was packed with cars with Phish, Grateful Dead, and various other jam-band culture stickers.
That is pretty funny
Are you back? Or are you stuck talking to Brett’s parents in Indiana, PA?