I arrived late at my seat, and missed the beginning of
Ghost. Who am I to wait 16 years to see my favorite band and miss a part of the concert ?! Twice as it happend at Reading too !
The music was imaginative, funky, great... as much as my neck was bad. I enjoyed the set but I spent most of it sat on my seat, head down. I couldn't stand up anymore.
People around me understood I wasn't feeling good and were nice with me. I was strange to be at a Phish show finally and to have to listen to it seated, head down, eyes closed, almost like I'm used to with my headphones.
As we're leaving at the end of the set, my contact advised me to go to one of those massages on the Boardwalk and to take some rest the next day.
On my way to the bus stop, I met Harry and his friend and we talked a little. Still costumed as Luigi and walking awkwardly, I passed a group of young gangsta-like men on my way to the bus stop. One of them called out to me : "Hey Luigi! Where's Mario ?!" In such a situation in France, I wouldn't have turned around. But, I don't know why, I felt safer here. So I answered "I don't know man, I think he's back at the Hall with the Princess!"
In my hotel bed, I quickly checked Facebook and found my picture in the Halloween gallery before falling asleep.