Luis and I frequent happy hour at a local Tex-Mex spot with two of our best friends, Cole and Betsy. Our orders are always the same: spicy pineapple margaritas for me and Luis, house margaritas for Cole and Betsy, queso and guacamole for the table. When five o’clock rolls around and it’s been a long day for one of the four of us, we text the group and everyone assembles just in the nick of
