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.
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. - Lawrence