For the past few years, my adopted group of Spanish friends has had a yearly dinner where just the six of them (no significant others and no other friends) get together dressed to the nines to enjoy a fancy dinner and each others' company. Precious! So obviously I felt honored when this year they invited me to come along! Sure, I threw off the 3:3 male:female ratio. But no matter; being invited to this to me signified total assimilation. I can confidently say I am part of a
cuadrilla/pandilla/friend group.
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| Los Internacionales + the real international ;) |
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| My first claw |
At the restaurant we were led to a private room for just the seven of us. To start there was toast with some toppings, a paste supposedly made of fish, but that's not what it tasted like to me. I tried to avoid this part anyways, saving room for the seafood! Then they brought out four big trays of razor clams, prawn, and scallops. I ate enough, but again didn't want to fill up on this. I thought the entire meal was going to be seafood but nay. At that point we each ordered whatever we wanted for another course--a very small steak for me. I assumed that would be our next course, but before that we were each brought a giant lobster. My eyes must have been like saucers because I definitely did not see that one coming! Had fun using the tools they gave us though. Afterwards was the personalized course, followed by dessert. Ice cream for everyone, mostly because nobody could fit anything solid down their throats.
After a delightful meal, we hit the town. It must be the only time all of them actually go out together, and nobody went home early! I think we all went home around 4, which was actually more like 5 due to the time change. T'was a wonderful evening with quality friends and food. Only my wallet is thankful it's a once-a-year event.
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| Las chicas (worth noting of my outfit only the tights were mine) |
