So after trying to import my photos from last night, I fear I may have lost some. No worries, I don't remember taking half of them. Not that I was drunk -- because I wasn't, I barely drank last night -- but because a lot of the pics I took were just random pics. I took my predilection for taking pictures of my tongue and uvula to a new level by encouraging others to join me. And there was much drunkenness. Much. Drunkeness. So here's a taste of last night, and I was threatened with bodily harm if I posted any photos that portrayed anyone unattractively (which, of course, others disregarded since I've seen a few pictures of me already where I look freakin' huge), so I've only posted a smattering. And away we go! Here's the glorious margarita fountain from Casa de Bandini, where we ate dinner. If only margaritas flowed from it instead of water... Here's me and a pre-drunk Wendy, somewhere in Old Town before the urge to go shopping took her over. Francisco has a strange fetish for taking tilted pictures. I have no idea why. Becky joining me in the uvula-showing! An eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil karaoke bar? Does Joelle even know what's going on? She told us after the pic was taken, she didn't even realize we were taking a picture -- she thought we were just coming in for a spontaneous hug. Sometimes, it's almost more fun to be one of the only sober people around -- you can view just how silly everyone else is getting. Wendy and Mikey are funny when they're plastered.