Stupor Bowl

It all began innocently enough, with lunch at a tiny restaurant in the town square of Sayulita. They did not serve beer, so as the custom dictates, Best and Crustodio ran down to the corner store to get our drink on, and came back with several Coronas to go with our quesedillas and fish tacos.

It went downhill from there. Or, really, uphill. To greatness.

I'll let Mr. Best take the podium now, as his iPhone is ready for upload.