There was no drinking going on at all. Our cheeks are normally this rosy.
Pantea tried on all the items in the store then stuck around to tell prospective customers that everything was used.
The Gang.
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
Everyone enjoyed a good bartender peepshow.
"Hello gin, goodbye 7th grade PE memories!"
Christine: Told ya..more dainty.
The ceremonial monkey-towel was always sacrificed on the first night.
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.
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.
"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.
