Phish - with two kids

It's in our soul - this Phish thing.  It's no surprise that we'd bring both of our children together as soon as we could.  After all, we want to share our loves with them.  Before kids, we weren't sure what we'd do when the time came.   As we watched the families in attendance start to grow, we knew we'd be there with them.

Patrick has been to many Phish shows already.  He doesn't remember any of them.  After all, we didn't see any shows last summer.  It's ironic that Phish played The Tweeter Center in Camden on the day that Maura came home from the NICU...our home venue, and the last thing on my mind was Phish, even though I'm sure I sent a wave off the bridge in that direction on our way home from CHOP that day.  

So you'd think that when Phish announced they'd be playing Bader field, we'd be all over it.  

We weren't.

We had our sights set higher - or more north - towards Saratoga.  I wasn't sure of the logistics of Bader field.  Would there be shade? How big was the field?  What was parking like?  I couldn't handle the unsurity of it all.  I knew SPAC.  I booked camping at our old familiar campground long ago.  I could do SPAC with two kids.  

But when Marissa graciously offered tickets to the last night of Bader field, I really couldn't resist.  So we packed the kids in the car with lots of provisions and we headed down to Atlantic City.  

Patrick, who'd been a little weary of loud music lately, had the BEST time!  He truly surprised me.  I'm sure I shouldn't be surprised.  After all, isn't it in his blood?  Maura had her share of fun too.  When night set in, she fell fast asleep and he kept on dancing.  Towards the end of the second set, we said our goodbyes.  I've seen many phish shows - too many to count.  I knew that missing a song wasn't going to kill me - even though at one point in my life, I might have thought it would!  We waved our goodbyes and put another Phish show under our belt. 

Until Saratoga!