Sean's defenses were down on this vacation. He allowed, foolishly, the antennae to read his mind and Pantea to convince him that smiling for photographs was acceptable.
While Jen went for the traditional "rabbit ears", Sean tries the far less common "single devil horn".
All: This is most upsetting.
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.
A break in the clouds.
Christine: Drink my fucking drink!
Vince: No way.
Christine: Do it! Drink it!
Vince: Ok ok. Please don't hit me. I've run out of lies to explain the bruising.
During Sean's emo phase he once claimed to have cried an ocean. He was pretty sure, however, that this wasn't it.
Intercom: *BZZ* Would all those passengers with ill-fitting shirts please report to the captain's office for a stern lecture. Thank you.
"Hehe, he's dainty."
Cold loungin'
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".
Vince: Christine, hold my tie. There's about to be some ultra violence.
Jen (internal): He suspects nothing. Nothing!
This was our first introduction to the 'Explosively Sensitive Nipple Syndrome' that plagued Vince.
