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The beacons of political correctness and sensitivity at school. When I arrived, they shouted a mixture of incomprehensible Spanglish and actual spanish words that could have been learned in the international food section of the Harris Teeter like queso, adios, taco, and yo. As the sauza flowed like wine, the occasional curse words worked their way into the mix, fed to them by someone who actually knew what they were talking about. The Texan kept his mustache in the lip of his hat. Also (not) pictured was Patrick, who I assumed wasn't going to be in the picture because of his lack of Spanish attire, but who in fact posed and thought he would be included (see his shirt on the left). Sorry Paddy! This brief meeting led us up to the Pink Party, which as planned was a savage success. Happy Birthday, Dafina!

Also congratulations to the Beasleys!!

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