Hello, Ni Hao, and Hola!

Dear Readers,

I'm back! I apologize that I have not kept in touch. I was on vacation down at the Mexico-China border. Yes indeed, it does exist. Last night, Panda Express held it's Christmas party. I was told to bring some sort of food or I won't be let in. Simple enough. I just whipped up some delicious taffy and was on my way. When I arrive, my manager informs me that the only reason we were invited was because they had to use our store. That's okay, isn't it? I quickly come to realize, as people keep shuffeling in, that this will not be a Christmas party, but a traditional Fiesta de Navidad... inside of a chinese restaurant! I was one of the four caucasion people to show up, and can I just tell you, it is so wonderful to sit at the minority table! Well, when the Fiesta starts, the host of the party, Monica, asks the minority table if it will be okay if she speaks spanish. Is that not impolite? Did we not lend you our store for this party? I slaved over the stove making taffy with Betty Crocker for hours to come to this!? Regardless of the fact that we didn't understand what was being said, the fiesta was great! There was much food, dancing, music, and a little bit of tequila (you just can't have a fiesta without some of the good stuff). I apologize if my writing is a little sloppy, I currently am suffering due to a hang over. Señoras y caballeros, recepción a México!