"Hello gin, goodbye 7th grade PE memories!"
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.
Christine: Told ya..more dainty.
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.
"I prefer to think of them as Citrus Killers, not dainty lemon drops. What of it?"
This was our first introduction to the 'Explosively Sensitive Nipple Syndrome' that plagued Vince.
Sean, being a naive soul, mistook Vince's green drink for a sign that he had vast amounts of money.
Vince always belched right before he smiled. We didn't ask why.
"We're coming for you Christine. We're coming!"
Jen & Christine were both just waiting for the drugs in Vince's drink to take effect. They didn't know how E and speed would change him, but they were pretty sure it'd at least be YouTube worthy.
Jen (internal): He suspects nothing. Nothing!
Vince, being unable to swim, didn't appreciate our little jokes about "faulty life preservers, rough seas, and sharks preferring Filipinos."
Behold the mighty pompadour!
