There was a white cake that had a picture of Cynthia on it. Nobody had cut it yet, so I grabbed some chips and salsa. I took what I thought was the milder of the two salsas, but it set my mouth on fire.
I heard people cheering on the front lawn and went back outside. It was for a 60-year-old man doing a beer bong.
I asked Cynthia about her graduation ceremony. “It was today,” she told me, “at the Del Mar Fairgrounds.” I said, “Wow. It was so hot today. You had to stand there in that heat?” She said it was at 8:30 a.m. and that it wasn’t that hot, though they did get stuck in the sun for three hours.
There was a chocolate fountain with strawberries nearby. And there was a machine I thought was a margarita fountain. I grabbed a cup, hoping it would finally get the hot salsa out of my throat. As I gulped, I realized it was lemonade.