Grateful Dead

Okay – Looks like the Deer Creek Brigade of SSDDers ("the Six Pack") has set the bar and thrown down the gauntlet for documentation of future SSDDer soirees on the Summer Tour. I trust the Rocky Mountain Division will allow me to accept this challenge on their behalf – we're are anxious to chronicle our adventures at and around and above Folsom with competitive style and panache. But don't forget Geothemusicneverstoppedmeister, you've promised us us a "Da Show" installment! And surely Ozark's gonna lay some outasight pics of the Indy Odyssey on us over on our website! And maybe Holly and Adam and Kurt'll chime in. . . Remember any story worth telling is a story worth embellishing. . . In the meantime, are any SSDDers heading to any of the next few shows. (Where IS that spreadsheet?) Who'll be at BLT tomorrow? (the corporate renaming of venues is as confusing as everyone's avatars.) Inquiring heads want to know. Anyway, glad such a splendidly mindf-ing time was had by all in Indy. Onward Sunshine Daydreamers!

Two Dollar Grilled Cheese Sandwiches are Alive and Well at 420 Shakedown Street" ...that's the headlines in the Daydreamer Daily SunShineNews Dead-a-Gram this morning.... From wheels down at 10:30 Friday morning to wheels up at 4:30 Saturday afternoon, this cub reporter had a grand time....and here-in-below in three dot journalism....here's my side of the story and maybe i'm sticking to it: Sir Richie provided the bookends, as he met me at the Hertz counter at arrival at one end...then fun ensued, and we and capped it off when we flew out from adjacent gates the next day, 15 minutes apart, lit up with a cold foaming glass of Indy's finest stout IPA for this reporter and perhaps a bit of those innocent clear shots of the top shelf stuff for ba Dus Briver Incognito; the daze and hours between numbered thirty, the stories ran six times sixty, and the memories, well, they will last this lifetime for sure... Kurt, thanks for hosting duties at the picnic...the bbq burgers and brats worked their magic, and the air was full of the aromas we would expect at a proper daydream reunion. Your smile was infectious, and your cooking skills will go down in history as off the chart. Ya done Good! The best is yet to come tho, as this is Kurt's backyard... Likey to Hike and Mattster aka Ozark provided the beauty to the group, as Matt came as an undercover insurance salesman, rocking the blue polo shirt...with the crew-cut and shades, he could look like your straight father who warned you of the dangers of the evil weed. Holly came as herself, which is why she was our shining beauty the whole time. ...during one exchange of stories from the elder set, aka Adam & Richie, I looked over to her basking in the sun with a smile and said, "A story a minute, it seems." She replied very nicely and succinctly, "Dead Lessons". Well played, Holly, well played. At the pic-a-nic Indy16 rolled along, Kurt at the briver's seat, five happy passengers, we ate, drank and Made Merry, and suddenly in the heat of the afternoon a cake magically appeared...with a very nice frosting overlay which looked exactly like Dead & Co's logo...all red white and blue from one side of the cake to the other with a lightening bolt in the middle...except it had "Happy Birthday Matt" written across the top. That was very appropriate, as it was the Ozarkster's 40th birthday..Happy Birthday you young fart! We proceeded to sing the Daydream Quintet popular song, "Happy Birthday Matt" and he succeeded in blowing out the candle, which was barely visible behind the cloud of mysterious sweet smelling smoke.... By the Way, Adam our devilsfriend brought up the serious Chicago Jewish perspective side of things, riding in on his steel sled direct from NW burbs of our last fine pic-a-nic...arriving around the perfect time at the hotel. His vehicular magic carpet doubled our flying capacity, and the plan was that he chariot-ed Richie and I chauffeured Kurt to the hotel and show and back and forth, with Matt and Holly running interference, her flashing her smile and Matt sporting the clean-cut straight look....we had squirreled away a parking pass for Matt and Holly, so the destination was easy...go to Kurt's, party hardy, head for the hotel at 4:20 and catch the ten dollar shuttle to front gate. That was our plan and we knew the security at the hotel kept the place locked down tight unless you had that magic pass. Anyhow, after BBQ, this cub recalls three waves of daydreamers heading off to the Cambria, our Castle next door to the venue...smiling and swinging and glad to be part of the grater clan of daydreamers with a mission: get to the show!...we discussed leaving, and 2/3 of our clan left as Kurt and I made busy with last minute clean-up tasks..Shortly, there after, all looked cool at Kurt's castle...did I tell you has has four knights who were safely with Madam MIL for the day, and a lovely wife at work? That being the case we cleared away any evidence of whatever could be held against him at a later time, spit shined everything. As we prepared to leave, I jumped in ba dus brivers seat to gamely get us there, hoping the roads wouldn't melt before hand...but as i fired up the afterburners on the Kia Rental, Kurt, having the venue in his backyard, casually leaned over and said to this cub-neophyte-perhaps-a-bit-giddy driver, "Let's go the Back Way". Now friends and neighbors, in any normal context those words conjure up frightening aspects of dangerous happenstances that would make anyone tremble with anticipation...in this case, seeing the twinkle in 009's eyes and re-assuring smile, it was an easy decision...sooo.. We did exactly that, heading out to the outskirts of Fishers directly to the side ripple of a small corner of Noblesville, bypassing the crowd of cars all jumbled together: Heads coming in from every direction...but nothing to slow us down but Fear and Loathing in Indy, geomeister style. Soon the Deer Creek amphitheater came into view, with the hotel looming on the horizon a mile distant...after executing a few deftly and perfectly timed turn here, turn here, cut left, veer right types of requests from our local laid back and very stoned 009 agent and extraordinary navigator, we waved our precious pass at security and were motioned through to safety. We had made the ten minute drive in just under twenty three minutes, all out in the countryside and very peaceful. After the high time at the picnic and those illegal smiles we had, the back way was timely tho, and perfect. Thanks 009! Meanwhile, our other two magic carpets, piloted by Holly and Adam, had to rely on their impersonal GPS guides and cellphone instructions so naturally they arrived fifteen minutes earlier and were already up up and away... See, there was this Plan A it seemed...and it was working: Hang at the hotel and do what Daydreamers do best, then onweird! What started as an innocent drink and smoke-athon, courtesy of nameless daydreamers...turned into a hour and a half story time session with the six of us in Adams and my spacious suite. Richie was catty-corner across the hall, and we had chosen...more like christened...our suite as Partyroom 420... To thwart the mighty owners of our fortress's archaic smoking rules, Ozark the 1st discovered you could open the back window a half foot max, and tuck behind the heavy curtain to puff away...the room looked over the roof top of the hotel restaurant and party patio four stories down...all we could see from our room was an pair of tennis shoe soles sticking out under the curtain...the folks on the patio waay down below however, and anyone else in rooms across the wing btw, could see a deadhead with beady bloodshot eyes peaking through the screen puffing out mysterious smoke with a familiar odor...and that worked real well, as did the gin and tonics, cold IPAs, Guinness draught and cold water Adam had thoughtfully provided in a convenient rolling ice-chest.... Stories were swapped from one side of the room to the other as the six of us celebrated more time together. The five others were treated to a minor fashion show as this cub reporter switched shirts three times in an effort to get that perfect look and feel for the evenings' future events. After a suitable chapter or three of stories, we headed back to the lobby..."Shuttle 10 Bucks, round trip" said the hotel concierge, so we slapped down our ten-spots and hopped aboard: six eager beaver bunnies and squirrels ready to pounce on a party and concert...and our fearless dus brivers from FTW got a rare chance to put their feet up and leave the briving to others. Twenty six of us road together, swinging and swaying, the six daydreamers and twenty strangers who just stopped to shake collective hands and ride merrily to da show... We drove around the colorful sea of folks walking, and as it got more colorful and populated we saw Shakedown in da distance...small white tents peaking up over the tops of the deadheads in and amongst the trees...and then the the tiptops of a huge carnival Shoreline-type tent...It was Deer Creek, rechristened the Clipclop Center or something foolish to support Corporate America...and Dead & Company were about to climb on and take us into the Musical Stratsosphere that Sunshiners Daydream about universally...it's getting Time For The Show!!! Six Daydreamers, sixty toes, all heading out for a real good time. We make our way off Ba Dus, thank and tip Bill ba driver profusely, and twirling, laughing, smiling, singing and dancing, we make our way to the base of the mass of dead head humanity...each of us looking in wonder of it all...the scene is alive and well...we give high fives,and pair off, knowing we will each have a high time with a buddy...and head our collective waves boldly going where we knew we had to go...through security and into the colorful carnival about to present itself in front of our twinkling eyes, expectant ears and oh so grateful hearts and spirits.... The Sunshine Daydream Pic-a-nic and Indy Reunion just an hour behind us...and new stories, new adventures, and yes, the Two Dollar Grilled Cheese Sanwich awaiting us...we forge on... That's my story, and I'm sticking to it...Chapter Two, "Da Show" to be penned by this reporter at a later time today...we're about to buckle off and ride this one: A roller-coaster into happy-land! ...Happy Father's Day to all you Mothers...talk to you in a bit... geoinwonderlandmeister

Do us proud and kick our east coast asses with your western Daydreamers meet n greet in Boulder, we want names, specifics, details....we wanna know what y'all are wearing, when does Geeky jump out of that cake...ohh mama....hey Geeky you are worth much more that $1000 ;-) at least in my eyes..... when does Fonts pass out spreadsheets, and what's on them...inquiring minds need to know....the boys are hot...that is fo sho....and check out chat...we don't bite.... High to Pam!

Nice posts, but couldn't you have given us more color and a sense of "you are there"? ;-D Thanks!

Deer Creek was awesome.....weather, crowd, vibe, music, and Kurtaroo pic a nic 2.0.....regards to the fellow daydreamers from Ozark, Miami, Kurt009, Devils Friend, geoolddirtybastardmeister and yours truly... In my opinion, this meet up trumped FTW, I know, Phil wasn't there, yeah we didn't have 50 something at a picnic in Grant Park, and remember Trey was fake Jerry..... Now Mayer is the new fake Jerry...... The best part of the experience though......We got to connect, to know, appreciate, respect and bond with each other and that is priceless, then we celebrated in the music and basked in the afterglow.... ba dus is getting ready to roll on out....anyone going to shithole amphitheater in Camden, have a good show! After last night I didn't miss Jerry quite as much.... But I still really miss Jerry....

Ready to get dis dus on the road......open up them engines let em' roar...tearin' up the highway like a big ole dinosaur!

I'm solid about it now... Tomorrow, I'm leaving on a jet plane; then I'll be up in the air, so who knows.

I'll be there....

One Fine Day, until we meet again... Can hardly contain myself! See you lovely Daydreamers soon! There's a fire breather spewing magic in the air...will you be there?

a singlesolo solitary One fine day once in a lifetime one uno dancing with myself alone one hitter Loner one more last chance unique one night stand one love....lets get together and feel alright... one on one I wanna play that game tonight hit me baby one more time.... so what are you waiting for, Mary climb in. Its a town full of losers, we're pulling out of here to win....