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Nora sent along more evidence of the Bienvenidos a la Joteria party. It was an awesome party that many of us probably don't remember too well thanks to the margaritas that flowed freely that night. I remember the big sheetcake, definitely, and how proud John was of it. I remember balloons, like ROY G BIV-rainbow colors all over the place. And then there was the little cake that was next to the big one. The night of the party was also my last night after a year of living in Fort Worth, before I moved to Houston the following day to start my new job. And John would tell me, "Me vas a dejar aqui solo, cabrona." He always told me we should have a sham marriage for tax purposes. No more Starbucks runs together, watching him pull a sliced (and probably warm) lemon wrapped tightly in a plastic sandwich bag out of his pocket to make the tea to his liking. Anyway, he wanted for me to feel like the party was a bit of a send-off too. He even bought me that little cake in the picture, the one with all the candles on it because my birthday was going to be the following week. So we all had a blast, even those of us who weren't part of the card-carrying joteria posse.