Featuring Becka and Ian, masters of the Spanish subjunctive tense. A night of Spanish-class-reminiscing about inabilities to pronounce “Eyjafjallajökull”, that blasted (no pun intended) Icelandic volcano; use of the phrase “ding ding ding ding ding” to become aforementioned subjunctive masters; close encounters (on Becka’s part) with a young saxophone prodigy, and other assorted recollections. To celebrate the formation of our own (far more exclusive and prestigious) Spanish Honor Society, we took advantage of Café Iguana’s excellent margarita happy hour(s) followed by a late run to BK Bar (the consequence of three jugs of margaritas…mierda.) Added bonus: 20-person crowd of teachers from school at the next table. What upstanding young alumni we are! Ding ding ding ding ding!