In the words of the always infallible Magic 8 Ball, signs point to yes
Rick’s face is sunburnt.
Kyle’s eyes don’t quite open all the way.
Mark hasn’t shaved since leaving the US.
I can’t even count how many ‘cheladas I’ve ingested.
We are all laughing. A lot.
We walked past a business called Redrum, and at points there were buzzards overhead and we just ordered more drinks.
I can hear Prince singing “Purple Rain” somewhere nearby and I have so much lime juice in my bloodstream that there is no way I will ever get scurvy.
My skin isn’t brown or shining in the sun just yet, but 50 block will do that.
Feels like relaxation to me.
