spanish outrage
January 13, 2003, 08:49 pmTonight, JB and I worked late. He was avoiding his sister's “candle party” (like a tupperware party, but with candles). I guess I had no excuse, but got a lot of good work done.
We stayed until just before 8. I had an undeniable urge to eat at Ocho (really called El Nopalito, but we call it Ocho). After I was seated, I thought I heard the workers talking about me because I heard one of them say something in spanish about a black coat. And I started getting pissed, wondering what the hell they were saying about me!
And then I realized that the guy was just telling someone to wait on me. Hahaha... oh well.