Every January our friends all get together and head down to Hedonism in Jamaica.  Our posse is the most insane group of misfits we have ever ran across. Christ we love hanging out with them… all we do is laugh.  As Island vacations go, we’ve never been anywhere that compares. Any other great vacation we’ve ever had was only because it had little glimpses of what Hedo is all week long. Relaxing on the beach during the day, hanging out at the pool in the afternoon, and completely wild parties at night. THAT is how we like to vacation. Not to mention that they offer all of the same perks that any other island getaway offers, Jet skis, scuba diving and all of that type of shit. Basically, we are there to drink relax and party. I gained an embarrassing 13 lbs in one week there. I am a fucking disgrace, but how can you not put on serious pounds when they start pouring Myers Rum as soon as you wake up? They have a machine that allows you to keep refilling your own Pina Colodas, and they are more than accommodating if you’d like to add a little dark Jamaican rum floater on top.  The food is O.K. (not the best we’ve had), but the open bar is awesome… Most inclusive bars give you cheap shit liquor and try to wear you down by serving you in Dixie cups… But at Hedo, their mission is to make you a happy little camper…and most important, the coffee is awesome.

            This is a lot harder than it looks ...the wall is not that wide.

   It's criminal what Jane can do to a mesh shirt.            Dressed for debauchery.                  If you knew our friend, you'd know

                                                                                                                                                  how true this shirt is.

Even *I* was hating my guts at this point               No, these are not my pajamas.                     Jane wakes up with a smile,

                                                                                                                                               I don't know how she does it.

I still don't know what we were being congratulated for.

   Does my baby know how to                We take this picture every year. Lame.         The last night dancing on the beach. I was so

         fill out a dress, or what?                                                                                    fat by this point I was ready for Maury Povich.

                             Jane's gonna help this young fella                 Glow Night. These are by far our stupidest outfits.

                              when he gets his boobs done.

          Jesus Christ I'm in love.                                      This ain't New Jersey.                 This night brought many many dumb laughs.

                                                                        Drinking rum at 10AM. I am an abomination.
                  

      I only included this picture because              Somewhere a fat chick is wearing                             Holy shit are we freakin' tan.

   I was effectively holding in my stomach.               this same outfit and crying.

             Just another freakin' meatball who married over his head.                                 Totally Shitfaced.