Someone handed me a margarita that had two shots of tequila in it. I figured that now my girlfriend was going to have to drive to L.A.
I heard a group of people getting ready to do the Village People’s “YMCA.” The perfect time to head out.
As I finished my drink, someone speculated on how many people would be able to form the letters in the song.
The Latina was standing near me, and I overheard her rattling off the ingredients in her salsa. I took out my pen and started writing, but she was saying them fast and the tequila was hitting me. A man nearby joked that the secret ingredient was the tomatoes. She explained that they are grown in her garden, and he said, “No, not that. They all have salmonella.”