There was no drinking going on at all. Our cheeks are normally this rosy.
Sean, being a naive soul, mistook Vince's green drink for a sign that he had vast amounts of money.
Jen thought this was a most inconvenient time to start growing cartoony mouse ears.
Jen left for an hour and returned wearing surgical gloves and carrying a small mysterious ice cooler. When asked, all she would say was that her time was "profitable".
This was our first introduction to the 'Explosively Sensitive Nipple Syndrome' that plagued Vince.
Everyone enjoyed a good bartender peepshow.
Cold loungin'
All: This is most upsetting.
Vince: Christine, hold my tie. There's about to be some ultra violence.
Christine: Told ya..more dainty.
Intercom: *BZZ* Would all those passengers with ill-fitting shirts please report to the captain's office for a stern lecture. Thank you.
"If you make any kind of joke involving that pole looking like a penis, so help me I will gut you."
A break in the clouds.
Vince didn't pose for this shot. He actually stayed like this for 15 minutes straight. I don't think he even drank that martini.
During Sean's emo phase he once claimed to have cried an ocean. He was pretty sure, however, that this wasn't it.