DANA JOCELYNN MORAN ALVIDREZ

A LOVE STORY

After some time of deep and self-analytic conversation about my past, I have but to
reference one of my most recent funny memories, to save you, my reader, some time.
Allow me, please, to narrate, to the best of my abilities, the following story, and try to
picture it as follows.

Everything happened on the lifespan of a sate night that I shared with my cute boyfriend.
We were on a dinner date at wing army. Both of us were craving to eat boneless wing
and the restaurant had an “all you can eat” buffet. As soon as we entered, the music that
was playing in the background surprised us. The song that was playing was a funky and
filthy reggaeton. Our basic instincts overpowered our best judgement and we walked to
the restaurant table dancing to the rhythm of the song, of course as discrete as ninjas.

As soon as the waiter approached, we asked for the “all you can eat” buffet. We proceed
to ask for several boneless wings, each time with different sauces. After serving, the
wings got spicier. My boyfriend couldn´t endure his mouth is suffering any longer. His
face was getting red, much more than it usually gets, excessively red. He had ordered a
big jar of beer, the second biggest jar that I have ever seen. He could barely lift said jar,
with his though and strong hands. Said hands were shaking, and those hands never
shake. As he proceeded to pour said elixir to his mouth, his whole being shook, I didn´t
know what was happening. It felt as if the table in which I was sitting had failed and I
was falling. This was because I was indeed falling, so slow and so fast. I couldn´t react
as fast I needed to and fell in the hole that was below my seat. Therefore, there we were
two lovebirds, one soaked in beer and me deep in a hole without aid.