The party bus pulled into its parking spot and a massive throng of 20-somethings spilled out and began marching determinedly toward their destination.  The obvious thing to do was to see what kind of crazy fun they were up to, so of course we followed them.  From their conversations, it sounded as though they were all European, until we realized we were really drunk and they were just speaking in plain old regular English.

Where was the hot party spot at which they ended up?  Why, El Farolito of course!  The only strange thing was that it was 11pm rather than 2am, which means that it was no Broke-Ass Stuart party bus.  Still, that is one rad looking bus.