The good times in Vegas continued throughout the weekend. Sunday night's Phish show was not nearly as impressive as Saturday's, but it was still fun. We had a great crew with great seats (the same section both nights), and I personally was a big fan of the Down With Disease reprises throughout the show. Like a cheap Vegas hooker, the show was full of Disease. Whoa, that was gross, sorry. The Piper reminded me of the end of the hiatus (it was the first song Phish played after the hiatus), except that this version was even better. Unfortunately, the last song of the weekend, the stand-alone encore of Friday, had some of us feeling a bit down. Jordan, for one, could not get past it. Oh well.

Below left, Marcus shows the face that led to him walking out of Saturday night's show, alone, all the way back to the strip, where he found himself hallucinating and winning more than a grand on the high-stakes blackjack tables. Chrissy and Kyle, below center, demonstrate the subtleties of their long-term relationship. Beth, below right, just soaks it all in, smiling at the ridiculousness of our friends, unaware of the surprise in store. (Only two pictures were used to create the four images below.)

An hour or two each day in Las Vegas was spent waiting outside the Thomas & Mack to position myself and my crew for good seats. (The general admission nature of the venue called for us to wait in awfully long lines.) Below, I take a photo of the line of beers under the fool moon while waiting for admission.