this is what happens when you and your friends take a 6-hour catamaran trip.
actually, this is what happens after you take a 6-hour catamaran trip after drinking all night the night before, to the point that you didn't think you would be able to drink on the cat trip, but then you conquer that mountain, and you conquer it with rum punch and stag beer, and then you lay around on a beach on nevis for a few hours, pet a monkey and pirate a beach shack to escape the rain, all while still drinking the rum punch and stag, and then you get back on the boat and sing paul revere at the tops of your lungs even though it is most certainly not on the radio, and then you get into the car, and you put paul revere on the radio and sing it at the tops of your lungs, much to the chagrin of the terrified island folk, and then you go to the grocery store, because obviously you need more alcohol even though you still have cups of rum punch in your hot little hands:
i don't know how barb got not just one, but three of these photos taken before ram's duty free decided perhaps we should not have put a small woman into our shopping cart and started careening around the store...
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