After Incubus we had one more day off so we decided to step by and say hello to the pals that we've met at the yesterday's event. They worked to a Pizzeria and they have recognized us at the concert because we were looking for a job around there but little after
wards we dropped the idea especially when that creepy amusement park were eager to give us even 15 hours per day only to satisfy our money demand. Outside the Pizzeria the view looked creapy as hell …giving the feeling that you will step into a place full of old bikers, drunkards, and rude people but in reality it was a very cozy place full of Beatles posters, incubus music or Mars Volta’s one and some sport clothes hung on the walls.(on one shirt we wrote OY BLYA) That day I remember I ordered beer and the waiter didn’t ask for our ID’s ,then drinking it I told him that he broke the law ‘cause I am not 21 yet and with a serious look asked if there were cops around there. He was greyer than ever. His name was Chase and till nowadays we laugh about this story . Once he received as a tip a” joint of MaryJ” telling me that it was the greatest tip that he has ever received. So after drinking those beers without our ID’s which felt like HEAVEN then Ryan( the guy that met us at incubus) invited us to go for a hiking and see the great waterfalls of Ogden. Woke up early,took my sport shoes and ready to dig Utah’s mountains. We were 4, me ,my crazy moldavian friend Mirela, Ryan and his friend. That buddy was from UK but was living in USA for about 7 years or more so the UK accent was not rigid but everytime when he asked for the water..he would say ‘OTER” . It was really fun even if it was a horrible heat outside, we couldn’t manage to find those bloody waterfalls and i fell pretty bad on some rocks. -We were talking, singing the Kooks and drinking lots of “OTER” . The view was speachless, the clouds were pink, silence was massive and everything felt dead and alive at the same time,only the dust was beginning to get into my throat. After the hiking they invited to a party. I was like PARTYYYYY…American party??! Right away in my head were popping the sequences from all American teen movies that were having PAAARTIes.Garage, alcohol and COPS! In the evening Ryan picked us up because he lived 15 minutes away from our campus and when I arrived I remember that we were in a garage full of beers and the guys were focused on a game called “beer pong”. We were on the floor drinking some real Wyoming beer, listening to their demo’s ,talking about Salvador Dali’s paintings and in the end we were all enjoying the night by watching the Pink Floyd’s concert on DVD’s. The house and the atmosphere was pretty much like the 60’s, in the basement they were singing on different instruments-so the music was everywhere, the weed was everywhere and the love was flying all above.
