We had an illegal immigrant party for Stacie today, since her visa "hiccup". The ranch, which was quite close to Lake Powell, had a party room which we def. made good use of!!! Everyone got PISSED!!! Apparently Stace at one point went up the other group's trek leader and whispered in his ear "I am going to f*** you tonight". The other group had a whole bunch of black bin bags, so what were we supposed to do but get dressed in them?! White trash, literally. Cookie stripped straight away, no ifs or buts about it (well, one butt I suppose) but it did, TO BE FAIR, take Sam, Christina and i a little longer lol. Stace was running around in her giant kiwi flag, and later made out with a dog... or at least woke to him giving her face a nice little lick. She was hilariously hung over the next morning, and annouced in a conspirational tone "I don't want to alarm you guys, but I fear there may be a pillow thief amoungst us!". David shaved his stubble into a handlebar moustache, pole danced and poured margharitas down his (and everyone else's) throat!!! bad influence...