La Mano de

Well I am pleased announce that although I was a little depressed on my birthday, December 24, because I couldn't celebrate with my family, I went to the Mano de Dios restaurant and within fifteen minutes of being there, a very beautiful red-haired woman walked in who looked so smart and interesting that I thought she was out of my league. After a few minutes, she approached me and we talked for two hours about very interesting things, but I was scared I couldn't pay the bill so I locked myself in the bathroom. The waiter came to find me afterwards once he found that the bill had been paid and a that there was a business card and envelope on the table with ten thousand bolivars.