Last night I had a dream that we ran into my brother Cody (whom I have not seen truly in about five years) and he told us his daughter (who identifies as a boy) recently had her (I mean “their”) Quinceañera and that they had alcohol left over if we wanted any of it (we don’t drink).
The amount of irony in this dream. Did I mention they are not even Hispanic (or would it be "Them"spanic? Anyway—that was my dream I had last night.