Jennifer Bilek
Mass Com 100W 12 M/W
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I step over the threshold into a seemingly ordinary restaurant in downtown San Jose and to my surprise I am transported into another country by the aid of salsa music dancing in my ears. The walls that surround me are a symphony of color yet I am distracted by the aroma of fresh tequila spilt on the hundred year old bar. I look around the room and I notice a painting of the Virgin Mary looking down on me as I fully deliberate which sin I should commit this evening. I see the waiter walk by with a cocktail decorated by a wedge of pineapple and I decide to quench my thirst with a pineapple mojito. I look up at the painting, raise my glass, and enjoy every sip of the most delicious blessing on earth. As I pick the last piece of mint out of my teeth, I hit the dance floor, hopping someone will notice my subtle charm and offer to occupy the rest of my night.
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