Sunday Adventure

I am writing from Wendy's tonight and I have a positive Latino brood here with me. They brought in a Little Cesear pizza and then bought plenty of Wendy's fair. Last night I had a great time at Adelito's. I met a crew of men from Ecuador. They were brothers and fathers. At a certain point there was almost a fight, but I think that I did a good job of negotiating and then removing myself the scene so that they could sort it all out. I knew not to tell the man who was showing me favor, that the men coming in had touched my breast. It got sorted out by the very strong hostess. She knew it was serious. The brother showed me that he had at least $500 in $20 bills in his wallet, thus I knew that they were packin'. I tunneled in police, telepathically, and it all got sorted out. They gave me a ride home, which was nice and treated me as well. It was a learning and teaching diplomacy moment. Half of these men were from Ecuador, but were citizens of Spain. I sang six songs. They were "She Talks to Angels," "Gravity," "Where I Stood," "Hero," "Hotel California" (their request), and "Out Here On My Own." I danced a bit with the karaoke host and during my songs. It was fun. One of the men got a little bit "hands on," and I let him know that I need to not be called a PUNTA, thus he needed him to scale back. One of his sons had an ability to translate so I spoke through him. He listened and responded appropriately. I guess that is my Sunday adventure.