I found the private party on the patio. All of the tables were high tops (which would have been preferred had I looked nice and had I not been carrying so many bags). Instead I chose a low top table just along the inside / outside area where I could hide my stuff under the table. I threw everything under the table and figured that sitting down, and from the waist up, in a simple cotton black tank top, I could pass for somewhat presentable in what some may consider, the nicest hotel in Mendoza.
I said somewhat.
And so I people watched while waiting for Marisa.
What I didn’t watch was the table.
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