Saturday
My first and only Phish concert, down at the World Music Theatre, now known as ...the First Midwest Amphitheater, I think -- whatever it is, down in Tinley Park. I went with Bryant, Amanda, Tori (I think) and I don't remember who else. Bryant was already a huge fan, I think through his older sister, and excitedly recorded the set list here. It was a fun show, though not really my thing -- and the many Phish-heads I met later in college bugged me enough to write them off as a band. I can tolerate them in small doses now.
Sunday
Heh, poor Suzanne. She was right -- I never quoted the deep things she said, just the silly stuff. Then again, I did that with everyone.
It may not seem strange for three of my closest friends to randomly come over for coffee, but nobody came over to my house to hang out. My house was always so crazy -- we'd remodeled the year before, and with two younger brothers and a mother in the throes of a rather tumultuous menopause*, I mostly wanted to stay the hell away and so did my friends. Plus, Brandon and Suzanne lived 15 minutes away by car and Jill lived at least half an hour away, so getting all of us in one place on a whim was often a challenge.
*My mom had thyroid cancer when she was 18, leading to its removal. She was on a couple of medications to compensate for that, and when menopause hit, her hormones were thrown way out of whack. She started having terrible mood swings, flying off the handle at the drop of a hat. Once, she screamed at 8-year-old Danny, who said he didn't want to go to bed, "Are you questioning my authority?!" No, he's just 8, and doesn't want to go to bed. Once her medications were adjusted, she became much more pleasant, but meanwhile it was not a fun time.
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