It's Thursday, we're still in Cabo and we think the Mexican sun is starting to have an effect on our brains.  It couldn't be all the cerveza we've been consuming, so it has to be the sun.   We wandered over to the harbor today and within minutes our lives were sliding out of control.  We ordered a few Coronas to take the "edge" off of our tequila induced hangovers and the waiter instead suggested we enter the contest they were sponsoring.  All we had to do was drain one "family size" Corona and we'd get lunch for free.  Needless to say we were up to the challenge, but we didn't realize that "family size" meant "extended family!"

When we'd drained the bottle (the first in history to do so!) lunch (free or not) was the last thing on our mind.   You couldn't really say we were "blind drunk," but we definitely had problems seeing straight, and even bigger problems thinking straight.   We staggered off with our lunch award certificate and the waiter yelling something in Spanish about God knows what.  We tried to follow the street signs back to the bus stop, but they made absolutely no sense.  They weren't in English, they weren't in Spanish and they just plain made absolutely no sense.

We never did find the bus stop, but we did find a tattoo parlor!  At the time it seemed like a good place to regroup and ask directions, but instead we traded our Corona lunch award for a free tattoo on Stacy's thigh.  We couldn't decide on a design, so even though it wasn't really what Stacy wanted, we took a vote among all the day laborers there and the result was truly amazing!  Look, you haven't really seen GREAT tattoo art until you see it practiced in Mexico by a Vietnamese War veteren stoned on Peyote.  We'd love to show you the result, but the bandages currently cover pretty much most of Stacy's leg.  We did find our way eventually back to the bus stop, and we did make it back to our hotel (somehow), but tomorrow is Friday and we may have to drink in the room if Stacy's leg stays infected...

      
We only had to drink one beer to win!                                                         SUCCESS was ours - but at a steep price!

      
Admit it! Even sober, the signs make no sense!                  When the infection heals on her thigh you'll see true art!