After a great party show where everyone in our group was predicting almost every song, we started Wed night trying to repeat our telepathic feat. I said Chalkdust, Backwards and Possum because the tour stats helped a lot Tue night. My buddy asked me, what about the second set? How about a Tweezer? Well, all I really want at any show is a transcendental jam. Maybe that's why Tue night's show (which we all enjoyed very much) was the lowest rated show of the year, no big lifer jam. I had no idea how well the band would grant my request! Even the usually reserved Tom Marshall, perched above our bleachers, was in outer space during parts of the Tweezer jam. Woos and spontaneous cheers echoed across Lake Tahoe all night. Thanks Phish for exceeding all of our wildest expectations once again!