Clifford Ball

The Ball, the ball, the ball. The Clifford Ball 1996, the greatest musical performance Ive ever witnessed, a time Ill never forget.         Where the fuck is Plattsburg, New York? That was the main armorial bearing on a warm summer afternoon, as we began to be up the car for a trip that will bum crisp in my mind better then passage Ive ever been on. It was tom, Tim, Joe, clotheshorse, Tom br some other Steve, Alex who flew in from Wisconsin, Tims brother Sean and myself Tony. The weather couldnt been better, the mood...excitement, joy, and a little nervousness. After all it was my first Phish show, and Tom was the lone(prenominal) other one out of us all who had seen a Phish show. I had forever and a twenty-four hours liked phish, but I was always reluctant to get tix for a show, I calculate I could wait till they came to Giant Stadium, or The Meadowlands. adept day I decided What the hell!!         Plattsburg was a solid 6 hours u p I-87 from quiet River Vale, New Jersey. So we fagged nearly of the afternoon at Shop-rite, Campmor, and Ramsey outdoor. We had sleeping bags, coolers of beer, soda, food, and more beer, tents, stoves, lanterns, microbe torches, and clothes.

At just about 12 midnite Friday morning we add up the road and embarked, on what would be a scared trip. Tom drove the vanguard with his brother and myself. Tim in his red Festiva with Joe and Sean, and Beau in his bluish Festiva with Alex. Stopping only to piss and re-fuel, we low up to Plattsburg, arriving around 6am. It was amazing to see all the VW Westvalias up I-87 with Steal you Face, and leap bear stickers. Once arriving, we pi cked a compass point to set battalion (out! of the Wetlands of course) We followed... If you want to get a climb essay, order it on our website: OrderEssay.net

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