The bride and I on the first night.
The bride's mom and I on "formal night". Yes, the bride's mom came along for the bachelorette party. She's also going on the honeymoon cruise. This family is odd.
The walk into Ensenada. It was a nice walk, but the whole port smelled awful.
Chelsea (one of the few people on the cruise that i actually know fairly well) near one of the many pharmacies.
The bride. Behaving with dignity, of course.
This old guy was kinda cool. He just hung out at the bar, drawing semi-lewd pictures of the women there.
Chelsea and I at Papa's and Beer. The place was so full of white tourists. It was seriously lame. I left the bar after a while and wandered the less touristy bits of Ensenada. The hookers would give me dirty looks - these sun-shriveled old women, wearing gobs of bright makeup and ridiculously high heels, guarding their corners and alleyways from intrusion. Eventually I found my way back to the boat ... i only got a little lost.
I've had to take Dramamine today, because I still feel like everything is moving. I am never, ever, ever doing this again.
