Sep. 4th, 2007

Okay. I'm officially too old for 3 days of DMB at the Gorge. By Sunday my body tried to rebel and force me never to get up again. After 2 days of being in the sun, standing and walking around at a concert, waking up to bloody marys and . . . other things (my peanut butter & chocolate chip cookies were a huge hit, I might add) . . . I'd had enough. I have 48 hours of fun in me. That is all.

I am still recovering.

But it was a good time.

I miss the old days when seeing Dave wasn't such . . . an ordeal. I remember the first show I went to at the Pepsi (or whatever the fuck it was called then). I'm pretty sure it was in 1996. The venue wasn't even close to being sold out, we fairly easily got decent seats, they were inexpensive, and they place wasn't full of drunken, stoned college students. Oh, how things change. I almost had to beat the shit out of a drunk making out couple that came *this* close to falling on my right foot. The one that was very sore because I probably shouldn't have been standing on it on concrete during a 2 hour show.

Barely back for two days and it's time to pack to head home again. It will be an interesting week. Foot doctor, Heather's wedding, LEEP.



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