That night, Phish played a great show where I danced all night up on the lawn. A highlight was the beautifully executed trifecta of “Mike’s Songà”I Am Hydrogen”àWeekapaug Groove” during the second set. Trey and Page, the guitarist and keyboardist, are from New Jersey and mentioned, for the encore, that “the greatest songwriter of all time” was coming out to join the band. They busted into “Born to Run,” the unofficial NJ state anthem.
But as we were all just kind of sitting there, inching forward in our cars, everyone made the best of it. Shut the engines off, everyone—party by the side of the road! People were walking through the cars, selling food, looking for tickets, playing guitars. Alex and I got to know each other and had more than a few laughs on that trip, even though I caused us a slight delay at one point. Of course, I got out to relieve myself in the forest just moments before the traffic moved forward substantially, and poor Alex was stuck, waiting for me, getting passed by car after car!