Well I did it again. I said as we’re leaving the hotel to play the show, I don’t want a repeat of our last day off where I get fucked up, sleep all day, feel shit house and miss out on seeing the place.

Due to having a throat niggle waiting to potentially morph into something sinister, I thought I’d lay off the beers for the night. So I drank straight whiskey, which I’ve done many times. What I haven’t done many times is experienced the “Southern Spanish Free Pour”! A combination of the later, the gig running real late, a few over zealous party people plus my ph going flat (my tour watch) turned out to be the perfect recipe for another ultra late drunk night.

I/ we didn’t even realise we were so tanked until we got back to the apartment block and took about 20 minutes to work out which identical door to walk in as our key wouldn’t open any? We went in one that was open walked up the corridor and I’m like “yeah bro this is totally our door” as I’m vigorously trying to open the door a female “Que Pasa??” emanated from on the other side of the door! “Shit sorry, wrong joint, we’re drunk Australians.” At least it was 6:30 am, so she didn’t have too much of a sleepless night after.

The weather was awesome today, I knew because it wasn’t until about 1:30pm I realized that my window had the pull cord steel shutter Spanish thing on the outside to block out the light/ heat/ pain. I kept waking up to blow my now blocked nose and deal with other effects of an aggravated sinus. (good name for a punk band). I felt just as bad as my last day off, maybe worse because of the cold symptoms. I went back to sleep and then woke up at 3ish and called home looking for copious amounts of sympathy to curb my sorrow. (Thanks babe x)

Danny was wisely utilizing the washing machine in the apartment we’ve been given for 3 nights and I suddenly HAD to get some food. I tried to get some stuff to make for myself from the supermarket across the street, it was Sunday and they were shut. Yes people have lives here? Who do they think they are? I had some pretty amazing tapas and a bottle of water on the other side of the street, which worked out better than me preparing my own food, it was so cheap and later analyzing how long it took me to work out how to count the money to pay the chick, I was in no condition to be doing much at all. She laughed at me.. in Spanish.

Located about a 2 min walk to a beautiful beach, all i wanted to do was go for a swim and lay in the sun. All i could manage was to go home and sleep! Woke up at 7:30pm. We decided it might be time to get our gear out of the venue (yay, just what I needed) so we walked (10 mins) down there and it was shut. Wasn’t the worst thing in the world the exercise was good and I got my stinky clothes out of the van and came back and put on my first load of washing in 2 weeks! Sliding into my clean duds will be epic!

We went out for dinner at the same place from the night before, all tapas style, it was so good, it had to be done again. We went nuts with the ordering, totally blew the budget, it was great. I had a quick look at my pedal board in the venue and couldn’t find a fault with it. It was cutting out in the first 2 songs of the show at Louie Louie, it has never done that before, not in nearly 500 shows. Do you reckon I could find the problem? Everything was perfect, fucking electronics!

A few games of pool were played, I stayed on the waters, except for one generously poured baileys on ice, now I was remembering why I got so munted the night before on the whiskey.

I tried my best to stay up for the solar eclipse that was happening, but at 3:45 am when it was about ¾ going dark red, I thought “wow that’s amazing”, Danny went down to the beach to experience it. I had to go to bed. A good move in hindsight, rest is few and far between here.

Feeling better now. 🙂

-Higgsy