jose cuervo doesnt taste as bad as it smells. but its still pretty damn awful.
i think our 2 hours of failure proved why men should be left to setting up the tents. we were attacked by the sprinklers numerous times, leaving our sleeping quarters comparable to a puddle. conversations of toilet paper quality and dolphins, chowing down on peanut butter m&ms, vodka, and my girlfriends made my night complete.
ps. thunderstorm =]