In Santa Maria, you can find the very spiciest Thai food. Drew ate his entire plate like a champ (was there any doubt?), and I ate half of mine or so, flushed, sweating, and thoroughly enjoying my experience. Mary tried to stop me eating it after my initial serving, but I had to eat more. It was good, it was HOT.

Later in the evening, we went to a beach side bonfire brought to us by the technical department at PCPA. Drew and Rhoda and I wandered further down the shore and found an attentive bunch of Cal Poly students, and we played all the hits. When we got to "y'all don't wanna hear me, y'all just wanna dance," some girls from a neighboring bonfire interrupted with "We don't want to hear you at all. Do you have any extra firewood?"

This afternoon we watched Camp, which I've been meaning to watch for a while, went to lunch, and trekked home.

Beach Party got shut down by the cops on Friday. Well, we had technically finished playing and had packed up most of our stuff, but the officer still seemed pretty annoyed. I'm focused on organizing the next EP, and I think it will be stellar.

-Max