Rocky Point. The perfect mix of total debauchery (none of these pics, thanks very much), testosterone, and chillness. Mexican booby bars are more, uhh, friendly? than one might think. Riding quads is the best $20 spent of all time. And hanging out by the fire on the beach and nearly getting evicted for shooting off fireworks never gets old!
We started things off at Fiamma at James Hotel. Two or three people actually managed to catch hors d'oeuvres, but there was open bar (for five hours!). We went through a bunch of embarassing toasts, then moved downstairs for rockstar boogying till the wee hours. "Best wedding evar!, d00d!"
