At the end of an event, the guys would play a Cumbia song 'El Afilador'. That was the signal to distribute Cuervo shots and Coronas. I'd go over and help the dishwashers bang out the work. Sorry if I sound maudlin, but I'm a little homesick (and borracho) tonight.
“Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few; Don’t lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.” Robert Hunter