Sean's defenses were down on this vacation. He allowed, foolishly, the antennae to read his mind and Pantea to convince him that smiling for photographs was acceptable.
A break in the clouds.
Vince didn't pose for this shot. He actually stayed like this for 15 minutes straight. I don't think he even drank that martini.
Intercom: *BZZ* Would all those passengers with ill-fitting shirts please report to the captain's office for a stern lecture. Thank you.
"If you make any kind of joke involving that pole looking like a penis, so help me I will gut you."
Christine: Told ya..more dainty.
All: This is most upsetting.
Vince: Christine, hold my tie. There's about to be some ultra violence.
Everyone enjoyed a good bartender peepshow.
Cold loungin'
Jen left for an hour and returned wearing surgical gloves and carrying a small mysterious ice cooler. When asked, all she would say was that her time was "profitable".
This was our first introduction to the 'Explosively Sensitive Nipple Syndrome' that plagued Vince.
Jen thought this was a most inconvenient time to start growing cartoony mouse ears.
There was no drinking going on at all. Our cheeks are normally this rosy.
