The American Fest - Bonfire and Beer Pong!

Tonight we were invited to Santa Cruz for a real American party with beer pong and bonfire at the beach. Chris (a good friend of my sister) was kind enough to drive us all the way and let us meet his friends and the Californian beach. It was awesome.

Our first encounter with beer pong was scary - BUT we kicked American ass. Hard. It was so much fun. They even had to drink 5 of our cups because we were too good to be in such amateur competition.

(Terese and I have now decided to start our Norwegian Beer Pong team and start playing in the elite. Tournaments starts next season.)

After the devestating match (from the American point of view), we went to the beach to try the American bonfire (the ones you see on tv). We had fire, we had red cups and Maria was dancing the Norwegian-African firedance while yodelling. Everything was great. And then the police rolled up and told us to leave - again, just like in the movies!

Returning to the house, a couple of the guys got out their guitars and started playing for us - perfect end of the evening. I was gonna post a video here, but sadly the file is broken.

A Maria quote instead:

In the car - going to Santa Cruz. Maria and Chris just met 5 minutes earlier.

Chris: "So we have this song that is about this road right here, talking about the places we pass and stuff, so my friends and I when we drive here, we usually play it like really loud and sing along just for the fun of it!"

Maria: "Why don't you just sing 'Highway to Hell'?"

Silence.

Chris: "Well I.. eh.. huh?"