Okay, so Ms. M told me to apologize to the Houston's waitress. She wasn't really trying to be rude and shove her awesome bilingual brain power in my stupid Anglo face. She was being accommodating and trying to make the experience easy on me.
So, Houston's waitress. I'm sorry. I was a little bit cranky when I wrote yesterday's blog post. And if I had a body that made men and women stare like that, I'd probably flash a little happiness, too.
As it is, I had a total bitch of a time sleeping last night. I kept waking up for no reason every hour, and I didn't fall asleep until past midnight. I was totally in need of a giant hug.