Jen & Christine were both just waiting for the drugs in Vince's drink to take effect. They didn't know how E and speed would change him, but they were pretty sure it'd at least be YouTube worthy.
Behold the mighty pompadour!
"Wax on...wax off. Blush on....blush off. The usefulness of that movie never ceases to amaze me."
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
The last possible spot where a horror film starring us as soon-to-be-butchered American tourists could be filmed. Well, until we reached Mexico.
Vince: Is that man wearing a speedo AND a neckerchief?? What kind of cruise did you rope us into Sean?
Aware that Sean was wearing only one shirt, Pantea proceeded to take as many pictures as humanly possible, for proof.
The Bustamante crew get down with their bad selves.
Vince.....Suave.
Another cruiseliner from a rival company. It was full of bloodthirsty pirates, scalliwags and whores. At least, that's what our crew kept telling us.
"The crew told me those stories you guys were talking about are bullshit. One of them also said I'd get to drive the lifeboat if we hit an iceberg. So there, bitches."
Long Beach, where the smog comes to rest.
Vince always belched right before he smiled. We didn't ask why.
Christine got the most out of her muster drill by blowing on the communal whistle.
