"Ugh no, but I do have it narrowed down to either that one, maybe…" she said, pointing to a brightly colored maraca, "or that one," she added, pointing to a cute cat "or even that one," she said thoughtfully, pointing to one shaped as an oversized wine bottle, "oh, and that one there," she said, pointing to yet another one. "Hey, have you found one?" I asked Sam, joining her on the far side of the restaurant. I could always read her like an open book when she was trying to hide a gift from me. My mom had been quite secretive about my own graduation gift and I had seen her exchanging glances with Karen when she saw me ogling it.
Lynn and I were both a little jealous, though I had a sneaky suspicion I was getting one too.
"Do you want to come with me?" I asked Lynn, but she merely shook her head, examining the iPad that Karen and Tom had given Sam as a graduation present. "I think I'm going to go pick my piñata," I said standing, but the guys were too far gone into their baseball talk to give much notice to anything around them. When the conversation shifted to RBI's, I felt my eyes begin to glaze over. "It’d be a shame to see a good man go down just because he chooses a suck-ass team." "Or at least the Giants, bro," Shawn said teasingly. "Besides, I think it's like against the law to live here and not be a Dodgers fan." "I'm telling you man, you need to switch teams, go with the Dodgers," Mark said, reaching across me to sock Miguel in the arm. Lynn and I quickly became bored with their baseball talk. Miguel was obsessed with his favorite team, the Padres’ chances of making it to the World Series. Laughing at her excitement, Miguel claimed her empty seat to chat with the guys. "Woot woot, I'm so excited!" she said, leaving her dessert behind as she wandered through the restaurant ohhing and ahhing at each brightly colored piñata hanging from the bare rafters of the restaurant. She had been itching for a piñata since our first visit. "Also, Maria and I want our pretty new friends to pick their favorite piñata to take home to remember their special night." "These are on the house for the graduates," he said, setting the plates down with a flourish. Once our dinner plates were carried away, Miguel brought out plates of fresh from-the-oven-sopaipillas, dripping with warm honey. Poor Sam laughed so hard she wound up choking on her Coke, which required a lot of back pounding from me. By the time the coaster comes back in, they need help to get off," Shawn said, making us laugh as he stood up from his chair slowly, showing us how they look. None of them realize that the rickety coaster tracks will have them sliding all over the place before the ride is over. You should see them trying to sit all gingerly and still look tough at the same time. They come hobbling onto the rides with their families, burned to a crisp after a day on the beach. "The worst are the guys who think that they're too cool for sun block.
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