So, it all started with a body cavity search and seventeen bottles of rum. I wonder where they all went.
This is the story of a few silly people, lots of beer and some sunshine. Well, they say that sun, sea, sex and surf are the way. We found it all in Grand Cayman. The first night found the troopers settling for eight hot dogs and thirty-nine fine bottles of Cayman beer that led to a #22 party with song, sand and a bit of insobriety. Hail to the grandiose masters of the evening. Nothing a Platonic IV couldn’t beat, so we learned! Thus started the march toward pleasant jubilation…too much to tell in one short article but some of the highlights include: green eel attacking rob, the hookup with an IV, Selnick and Quake, scuba diving with the turtles, getting evicted from the crescent point condos, flooded rental cars, vodka filled watermelons, swimming with the sting rays and sharks…and the questions still remains: Where’s the bacon?