Take me back to Mexico.

Due to certain events, our wednesday night pub trivia team decided to take up bowling in West Seattle.

Kascha dominates game one.

John's new stragey: throw the ball as hard as possible at the floor.

We should get bowling shirts.

A prize of glory and honor to anyone who can match our aliases (Shatter Ninja, Puppy Stomper, Butters, Icon, Fecund Beef) with our real names (Jason, John, Kascha, Nick, Jenni).

Snavely, vending authority.

All your bowling needs in one easy to use vending machine. Just in case you forgot your socks, finger grips, tape, skin protector, finger nail clippers, cigarettes...

Collin launches into the 30th year of his life with new snazzy glasses and an oh-so-good chocolate cake prepared by Lindsey.


Live rockband performance in his honor.


Mark must have been extra excited to celebrate because his rock moves were the embodiment of elation. No really.


What do you call this move?

Our vessel.


El capitan.


A boatload of snorkelers. So glad we were not aboard that ship.


The view from our hotel restaurant.


End of great day.

Jessica and I ventured out into the clear blue on a dive boat today to go snorkeling.

We explored two reefs and the best part was when a boat floated by feeding fish and made them all swim around us.

Post snorkel happiness.

me + water = love + true

Another highlight of the day was eating the best flan of my life. Oh, and exploring el supermercado to buy postres.

Waking up to this view did not make me despair.


Nor did this when I sat by the pool all morning.

Cozumel, island of super.

Jessica is a lovely travel companion.

So far, we have made excellent use of the hammocks, gone snorkeling, swam in the pool, and eaten glorious food.

Cacooned.

Painted fingernails and collecting seashells. Jessica always trumps with classy.

My beach findings are mutant.

I am drawn to the ledge in risky endeavors.

All is fair in camera wars.

On a walk into town we discovered bougenvilla -- a favorite of mine in India and a reminder of the first project Jessica and I ever worked on together in college. We spent hours stapling this onto the set for Philadelphia Story.

A boutique for princesses. "No hay ninas feas...solo mal vestidos." So the question remains are these dresses ugly or pretty?

The girl waits.

End of day.

Goodbye dreary cold. Awaiting non-stop to Cancun.

I taught Avery the ins and outs of my laptop over the holidays. My nieces are well versed in technology. Avery took charge of the photoshoot.

There are four members of the band. David Randall and then everyone
else.

Tom looks his future in the eye. Directorial debut.

Stanfordland.

I wish there were more of these lying around.

Karl preparing for his career as an English gentleman.