What happens when a guy (The Guy, as a matter of fact) decides to take me, his slightly over-the edge with stress girlfriend, to Mexico for a long weekend for some sailing, laying in the sun, tequila-drinking, and some behind closed doors fun?

We get deported, that's what.

No...wait...*I* get deported, he just decides not to stay there without me.

I swear, if I could manage to just not fuck up ONE THING in my life, it would be a miracle.

Our cars were covered with snow when we got back to them...

And surprisingly, I'm not a single girl again...