Raul here, let's begin.
Sunday may 8th, twelve rodriguez-fernandez-schemidt family members are set to take three and a half family moms to have Mom day lunch (the half is Cris, who's pregnant with my nephew, which sounds weird but whatever). So we all drive down to Brickel, which is in mid Miami, an hour away, in as many cars as possible (aka maximum 2 people per car) to the city of no parking. We found valet parking and went into an annoyingly fancy looking restaurant called the Inca somethingwhogivesacrap. We saw that they only had the mommy menu, which was an annoying $45 per person, $56 if you wanted to drink, which everyone did of course. So everyone (cept me cuz I'm so american <3) one by one began arguing with the waitress lady wearing too much makeup about how sucky it is that they refused to show us the regular menu. 30 minutes later, we leave (face palm) and each pay $5 per car to get it back from the valet (morepalm). We eventually find a new restaurant that serves... the same thing... for the same price (more palms to face), though at least we got to choose from regular menu. We also got two bottles of sangria (sweet wine, which sis got drunk off of) and a cheesecake that could kill a pacemakered heart in two bites (naturally sis and I devoured the thing together, and unassisted). Uh, can't remember anything else that might be remotely interesting, except for the confusion of finding our cars after. Just imagine the confusion that must be involved in building then taking down an entire carnival fair = us. (facedesk)
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