AAaaannddd I'm back!  As much as I wanted to stay in paradise, my liver could take no more.   Somehow in a resort with 600 rooms, I ended up with the rowdiest, most offensive group... Which of course I loved!  

Sunshine and relaxation. My sister, great friends, and unlimited booze.  Nothing could have made it more perfect! 

In perhaps one of my stupidest moments, I agreed to go deep sea fishing.  My deep rooted fear of open water apparently slipped my mind somewhere around the 5th or 6th drink that day.  I tried psyching myself up to mentally prepare for the voyage- and it started out great.  For the first 30 minutes, we enjoyed the 12 pack of beer supplied, and the two 10 inch fish my sister and I reeled in.... then, disaster struck.  

Yeah that's me puking over the back of the boat.  Some sort of anxiety attack combined with sea sickness... I've never been more certain of an impending death.  As I was heaving over the back, my wonderful friend was sweet enough to snap these photos with my camera.  Until I looked through the vacation pictures, I never knew it was the Mexican fisherman rubbing my back.  I thought it was my friend, but no-- they were all too busy laughing at me.