Long shot, but here goes nothing.
We met as I was leaving the Sphere last night and ended up walking together from the Venetian all the way to the Linq. You're a veterinarian from New Jersey and last night was your 60th show!
I gave you one of the custom Phish poker chips I made for the run. Your friend gave me a sticker that says "my pet cat" with a picture of her cat on it. When I mentioned my trans cat, you knew *exactly* what I was talking about without missing a beat.
I've been kicking myself ever since for not asking for your number. You're drop dead gorgeous, you love Phish, and you seem like genuinely good person (I have a soft spot in my heart for vets). I would absolutely fly to New Jersey just to take you to dinner.
So what do you say? Come waste your time with me?