Grateful Dead

dead.net the official site

i think it was this first night, my boyfriend and i drove down from Ohio in our white Lincoln Continental (his grandma's) but something he ate didn't agree with him and he hurled in front of his seat right before intermission. for some reason i freaked out and we left the show and drove back to the hotel. always regretted missing that second set. felt bad for the people who were sitting near us.