Ryan Loughlin gives us the low down on this year's event

Our first six hours in Cabo consisted of two trips to the bar, Joel Seimling eating a live cockroach off the hotel lobby floor and a naked 35-year-old Ferrari saleswoman. It only got better from there! The next day we decided that we would all paddle out to Lover's Beach. Little did we know it was about a half hour paddle with a deadly harbor crossing in which 40 foot yachts would be racing by you at 30 miles an hour. We made it out there only to find perfect offshore Lover's eager to greet the Pismo crew. Wilbur got the wave of the day with a wedging barrel and when he came out we all looked at him in amazement knowing we would never see another barrel that perfect in our week in Cabo. That night proceeded to be one of the drunkest as we all hopped on the booze cruise, none of us remembering the next day when or how we even got off the boat and back to our hotel.

The next couple days consisted of good 4-6 foot Lovers and a lot of nights of bar-hopping. Ralph Sanchez was buying drinks for everyone everywhere he went. In between, Steven Webber ate his own puke and Drew Ector ended up getting down with a lady in the bar of our hotel, only to have her dad and 10 groms walk in about 5 minutes later. The last day was complete madness, with over 600 beers gone in less then three hours! Wilbur was the ring leader for all the madness by joining the century club already 5 beers deep, only to go shot for shot ten more times with the winner of the contest. Afterwards he went up to his hotel room and threw up blood. It was kind of a scary moment, but he later proceeded to swig on a 40 with Ralph and I that night. We all headed home the next day except for Louie Robles and Steven Webber, who had to sleep in the desert that night because their flight didn’t leave until two the next day. Cabo was a hell of a vacation and there are a hundred more stories I could tell about the trip but I don’t have the room or the time. I hope to see all you next year. Later.

Manny grinding on the dancefloor while knowing full well his fiance was miles away in California.  After touring both sides of the United States, Puerto Rico, and then Cabo, Manny would take this kind of energy with him to Australia for the final leg of the No Friends Coastbuster's Tour.

Wilbur and Louie lived together for an entire year in Grover City. Louie's quiet but daring nature meshed well with Wilbur's unconstrained confidence.  This combination flourished on the unforgiving dancefloors of Cabo.  Here Wilbur goes for the Latin Love Doctor approach while Louie creeps in from behind on yet another victim.

Joel Seimling is the proud and responsible father of newborn Evan back home in Arroyo Grande.  But in Cabo, he turned into his alter ego Gummo, eating cockroaches and posing for Salcidoe's camera among other things.

Wilbur almost outdid himself in the Century Club contest while trying his best to represent for Pismo.

Two of the biggest faces you've never heard of thugged out in Cabo. Although Ross would never admit it, Mark Miller and Ralph Sanchez have made No Friends what it is today with its creative web designs and quality footage.

Louie enjoying a beer in the early rounds of the Century Club after 4 weeks of nonstop travelling.

The man, the myth, the legend.  Stephen Webber sipping on his beer before his eventual vomit regurgitation trick which won him the Stupidest Act of the Trip at the awards ceremony.

When they weren't partying, they were surfing.  Lover's and its wedgey shorebreak served as the playground for all the action in the water.