"You're kidding right?" I ask as I get control of myself again.
Before Trey answers our waiter returns, our drinks on his black round tray and a blue Mexican blanket thrown over his arm. I've seen blankets similar to these all over with their various striped patterns. They seem to be on sale everywhere, but I haven't picked one up yet.
The waiter hands me a plastic neon green cup and I place it on the edge of the fire pit while the blanket is wrapped around my back and over my shoulders to create a shawl. The fabric is thick and firm, a little scratchy, but it keeps the wind from my bare skin.
Trey hasn't continued his answer even as the waiter walks away leaving us alone again, so I decide to prod him along. "Are you from New York? What do you do?"
He breathes in a large gulp of air b
