Last night I decided to have a party. These parties in my room keep getting bigger and bigger. Originally it was just Mr. G and I drinking together; last night I had 6 friends in here and some random guy named Kevin from Newfoundland. Kevin and his stick walked in around 1130. He had a drink, talked about his wife who he'd been married to for 30 odd years and left. A situation that can only truly be experienced in camp! And yes the girls were drinking out of a Starbucks mug and a Tim Horton's cup. Class means nothing here!