The last possible spot where a horror film starring us as soon-to-be-butchered American tourists could be filmed. Well, until we reached Mexico.
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
"Wax on...wax off. Blush on....blush off. The usefulness of that movie never ceases to amaze me."
Sean hoped Christine would finally get her thumb in focus on this shot, but, like the rest, it would be a blurry partial. His master scheme was foiled, once again.
Vince: Fruity drink, iPhone, wireless connection. Best. Vacation. Ever.
