The Monarch of the Seas. Which only ever went on an ocean, but we won't hold that against her.
"This place doesn't offer drinks inside tropical fruits? I'm outta here."
"Mexico mother fuckers!"
The Gang.
The ceremonial monkey-towel was always sacrificed on the first night.
We enjoy an authentic margarita in a place that authentically had no prices listed, had an authentic lack of air conditioning, and, we're pretty sure, peanuts from some kind of authentic plant.
"We're coming for you Christine. We're coming!"
Unbeknownst to Pantea, Sean had sold his tie to one of the Bustamante crew for a handful of magic beans and a Corona.
Christine shows us Vince's "formal" mask. Which, if he asks, doesn't look gimpish at all.
Jen: You used that muscle relaxant joke? Really? Ok then.
Pantea didn't know it yet, but her Spanish skills would come in handy when we were later accused of desecrating a sacred shrine and indecent exposure.
"It's my vacation, and if I want to drink at 7am, I can. It's my vacation, and if I want to wear sunglasses inside, I can. It's my vacation, and if I want to steal Sean's socks and fill them with pudding, I can."
{david caruso impersonation}
"Margarita....Mexico-style"
YEAHHHHHHHHH!
{/csi}
"I love it when a plan comes together. Mental note: think of a plan where Vince as a mexican wrestler is central."
