Party party let’s all get blasted

This is the tag line on the reader board of a bar across the Marina from our hotel.

Cabo moments:
In a beach bar, someone asked a mariachi to play a 60’s song, and he looked a little panicked and asked “you really want us to play 60 songs right now?!”

Having sushi for dinner while mariachis serenade us with traditional folk songs. Specifically, Sweet Home Alabama and Stairway to Heaven.

There have been a lot of mariachis today.

We spent the day at the beach, came back and had more drinks and a very late lunch. We’re back at the hotel now, having a drink on the balcony. We can hear the entertainment of the Marina very well from our perch above Jack’s bar. The 80’s are alive and well and living in Cabo.

Rick is counting his souvenirs.

Over service appears to be the standard. We have been very well fed and enboozened. The benefits of the all-inclusive.

Having a good time.

Wish you were here.

Cuz it’s just me and a dude named Big Johnson otherwise. I’m really not woman enough for Big Johnson.

Wish I had a smoke.

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