Twas two nights before Xmas, and...

These two pictures capture the true Xmas spirit that my parents and grandma were in, lounging around in a cozy faux-Mediterranean bar in Antigua two nights before JC's b-day, waiting for a belly dance performance that never happened. Grandma J is nursing a strong margarita and attempting to finish a crossword puzzle in Spanish. Dad is looking frazzled and Krameresque, a goofy deer in the headlights, my mother her normal regal photogenic self as always, but way too intent on finishing the remainder of her marg (does a matrilineal predilection for this particular mixed drink mean that I am doomed to the same tastes when I grow up?)