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.
Sean, being a naive soul, mistook Vince's green drink for a sign that he had vast amounts of money.
The Gang.
Unbeknownst to Pantea, Sean had sold his tie to one of the Bustamante crew for a handful of magic beans and a Corona.
The ceremonial monkey-towel was always sacrificed on the first night.
The Monarch of the Seas. Which only ever went on an ocean, but we won't hold that against her.
"Mexico mother fuckers!"
Sean wasn't phased ordering food in Spanish, as he had perfected 23 different ways to say 'pollo'.
Pantea didn't know it yet, but her Spanish skills would come in handy when we were later accused of desecrating a sacred shrine and indecent exposure.
Jen: There was nothing indecent about it.
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.
"This place doesn't offer drinks inside tropical fruits? I'm outta here."
