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.
"Wax on...wax off. Blush on....blush off. The usefulness of that movie never ceases to amaze me."
Behold the mighty pompadour!
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.
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
Vince: Is that man wearing a speedo AND a neckerchief?? What kind of cruise did you rope us into Sean?
The Bustamante crew get down with their bad selves.
Aware that Sean was wearing only one shirt, Pantea proceeded to take as many pictures as humanly possible, for proof.
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.
Vince.....Suave.
Vince always belched right before he smiled. We didn't ask why.
Long Beach, where the smog comes to rest.
Christine got the most out of her muster drill by blowing on the communal whistle.
Shiny happy people.
