Emilia, Richard, Tony, Yolie, Mick, Sandy
I thought we were going to have some Happy Hour snacks, Richard would make some fancy cocktail, and then we’d go home. But NO. We had a big delicious Meal. Everyone (else) brought pots and platters and Emilia was cooking up enchiladas. Oh Boy. And then we went outside for dessert. Rock ‘n roll!
When Cynthia and I were in Mexico, at the cenote near Mérida, and you might remember it was HOT, we were hanging around on a patio where a group of gorgeous women from Mexico City were also hoping for some breeze. They made me think of Emilia. One or two of them had this fan that I simply HAD to have, so Cynthia ordered a couple sent to LA, one for me and one for Emilia. It was perfect. All the Spanish speakers at the party Cracked Up.
