Night of the Living Dead

Yesterday's concert was ridiculous!

Apparently, all
The hippies thought that they were
In the Seventies.


Really, it's was like Woodstock, indoors! All of them dancing around with their mad dance moves, including the spin-around-in-circles, and the spin-halfway-then-spin-back-and-repeat (my personal favorite). The fact that Barton Hall is indoors also didn't seem to discourage anyone from lighting up. The room reeked of a combination of cigarettes smoke, pot smoke, sweat, and hippieness. People were lying down and/or passed out left and right, and there we plenty of people using acid.

While manning the drink station, I received a number of comical comments, including "is this water spiked" "where can I buy alcohol" and "this.... cup.... is.... ADORABLE!" (commenting on the small size of the cups... I was hoping someone was going to say "am I giant, or is this cup really tiny or is it just the drugs," but alas no one did). Now keep in mind, most of these people are in their 40s, 50s, or 60s. They were literally partying like it was 1977, and it was hilarious. Imagining going back in time and seeing your parents back in their hippie days. That's what this was.

Also, Furthur requested more than enough liquid to drown Seattle (not quite enough for a real city though). We got them at least 6 GIANT packs of bottled water, a ton of smart water, some sparkling water, Odwalla, lots of soda, Red Bull, these 4$ teas, and a bunch of protein shakes. In the end, I came home with Furthur's Kleenez Box and cashews. Score!