Andrew was an excellent assistant waiter. So much so that we forgave him for wearing a weightlifting belt the entire cruise.
The lack of hairnets was really a health code violation waiting to happen.
Waiter: I wanna dance...with THAT guy! Bring him to me.
"She only bent my sunglasses. Hehe, enjoy that pudding."
"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."
Jen couldn't wait to get back into international waters, where her ninja swimsuit granted her immunity from prosecution.
"I ain't going anywhere near that edge. Fuck those birds."
"We're coming for you Christine. We're coming!"
Panoramic shot of the boat leaving Mexico.
Jen & Sean, back on the boat, debate the proliferation of spheres in cruiseliner design.
Christine shows us Vince's "formal" mask. Which, if he asks, doesn't look gimpish at all.
The glory hole also accepts bottles and limes.
What you were missing in life: a picture of a man wearing a lucha libre mask being wanded by Mexican security.
Christine expresses herself.
