My roommates and I went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant last night under the pretense that it was for Cinco de Mayo. At the end of the evening, when I was trying to get a to-go box for Gracie's leftover, I see Gracie get up and go talk to people in the kitchen, which happened to be right in front of our table.
"Why the fuck is Gracie standing in the kitchen?" I asked.
"She probably knows the kitchen staff," Hana deadpanned. I wanted to make a joke along those same lines, but more something about Latino brethren, but had decided it was too racist for me. I'm glad Hana made it instead.
When Gracie finally came out of the kitchen, she was accompanied by our waiter and the hostess, carrying a cinnamon tostada with candles in it. Even though my birthday is not for another two weeks, it's still a nice surprise.
"Wow," Kristy said later, looking at the bill. "Your meal was really cheap."
"Yeah, I would've spent more money if I'd known you guys were paying."