That was the sensible choice. Chris, Steve and I decided to keep on drinking heavily and somehow ended up on the beach partying with the locals we'd met in the bar.
Hahahah. Meanwhile, on the other side of the parking lot, Cousin Steve is trying to make time with 3 lovely EnJay ladies who all easily have 10+ years on him. He's all asking if he can go home with them and one of them goes "How old are you anyway, sixteen?"
