There he is, macking on the ladies. Philippe, when do you stop? *

This is a classy shot. And by classy, I mean borderline hardcore gay porn.

There's Philippe, showing off his manly pose. *

Cute picture of Philippe and Sandra.

The gang overlooking the Pacific.

That white guy has some killer boots, but he's got nothing on the sandals. Sorry chump.

Alright, I don't know about you but I was thinking the same thing - I got some sweet sandals. But that's beside the point. I don't even know what the point is, but my sandals hurt a ton when the guy dressed up as a spanish conquistador tried to throw pancakes at me. He wasn't even spanish. In fact, I'm more spanish than this guy is.

Going for the reach. *

Because I couldn't use the stairs. Really, they were... broken.

This is where I try to come up with something original to say about this facial expression. But honestly, it's such a classic moment that it just speaks for itself. In fact, I can't help but make the exact same facial expression just looking at it. *

A cute group picture.

Clearly white.

Clearly whiter.

Lord, am I white?

Point baby, point to the lord.

The backyard of our hotel. *

The look at look at an aquarium down in San Diego.

Another cute picture. It's too bad Rae was posing with a pamphlet across her body. Not sexy at all.

Excited to see the fireworks. It's just too bad the fireworks never really happened. Actually they did, about 300 miles away.

So I stole a kid's sparkler. At least that was awesome. *