Unbeknownst to Pantea, Sean had sold his tie to one of the Bustamante crew for a handful of magic beans and a Corona.
The ceremonial monkey-towel was always sacrificed on the first night.
The Monarch of the Seas. Which only ever went on an ocean, but we won't hold that against her.
"Mexico mother fuckers!"
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.