Lusk Field House
My buddy Steve and I went to the show- I had just driven up in my 1965 white Mustang from Stony Brook to pick up Steve at Cornell where he was in the ILR college. We picked up two Cornell girls to take to the show- we all piled into my car- girls in back guys in front- Steve and I dropped some purple owsley acid and were flying when we got there while the girls looked at us kind of strange - the Riders were so mellow - I could,feel the steel,pedal and and Marmaduke's vocals washed right through me.
The intermission was filled with frisbee , running, dancing and laughing - the The Dead showed up and kicked ass- after the show we were too high to drive and the Cornell girls took one look at us and ran away. Then the pigs showed up and told me that I had to mov e my car or it would be towed. I swear it was only midnight or so and they were getting ready to roll up the sidewalks in this little college town, So we smoked sold weed and considered our options
With no choice I climbed into the driver's seat and fired that sucker up and it was a 3 speed manual transmission - fortunately there was not much traffic and driving through the mountain passes chasing the moon behind the clouds and the diamonds jumping off of the road under the headlights started to feel safe until we got to the bright lights go Cornell University- then the road just started to roll up into this smiling purple dragon that showed us back to Steve's dorm
All in all it was wonderful - the only thing that would have been better would have been if we had hooked up with those two very nice ladies but they weren't even into smoking any pot- oh well- at least the music never stopped