I realize the picture is terrible but that's what you get with a DumbPhone (copyright pending). I like the happy little soloist (though I've yet to witness a mariachi open mic night) and am intrigued by the restaurant full of unvaried napkin rings...
I am curious as to what the guitarist was thanking us for -- looking at him? opening the napkin ring to access the napkin (to wipe salsa off our shirts -- sloppy gastronomists are we)? Surely it would make more sense for a mariachi guitarist's expression of gratitude (or ANYONE'S, for that matter) to occur *after* the action was completed and the bill paid.
I also want to know why the little guy (or, more accurately, Mr. Head-and-Torso) is serenading our napkins? Is there a thing going on with the paper products -- in which case, I am not sure I'm comfortable wiping my mouth with the napkin. Could my photo of the napkin ring be considered pornographic material? He lacks a bottom half which tells me that, by default, he is pantless! If there's one thing I like in my mariachi band, it's pants. (And mustaches.)
Finally, and of least importance (after all, that's what LAST means -- don't let those "last but not least" people fool you), that's a pretty crazy melisma for a two-syllable word. (Yes, GRAH-SYUSS is officially a two-syllable word, despite our silly American desires extend it to three. It's called a diphthong, people.) Well done, indie mariachi artist. (Oh God, please don't let that become the new hipster musical genre. I'm having a hard enough time with Foster the People.)
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