Another hangover morning. Most of the guys from the bar last night were still drunk/still drinking - and that's all we did for the rest of the day. Drink, pool, bombing competitions, repeat. A hilarious moment is when we took off to 'shower' and Louis and the Irish-girl were in the bathroom with apparently the same idea...we found another bathroom instead.

Christmas dinner was interesting. First of all, we nearly missed it by sleeping too later, then there was so much food that we ended up in a cuddle puddle on the floor outside the bar with all of the drunk guys who were casually smoking pot next to the managers office without a care in the world.

The bar wasn't as busy compared to the other nights, probably because everyone had been drinking since 10am and were now in the cuddle puddle. Plus, my stomach decided there was something wrong with dinner. By 11pm, I'd visited the bathroom no less than 4 times and had given up on working. Perry and Jeremy were fine without me. The musicians bought Jeremy plenty of shots and another hippy guy was casually passing around his pipe.