Post Game Aftermath

It was late in the evening on Saturday, around 10 p.m., and I decided to get a bite to eat after watching such a close game. I decided to go to a 24-hour diner and to my surprise I wasn't the only NMSU fan with a hunger. The restaurant was crowded with disappointed fans and I could feel the adrenaline dying down in the room. I am seated at a booth overlooking the restaurant. There are people all around.
To my left I see a group of friends, consisting of five people, fooling around at their table as they wait for their orders. The group consists of two girls and three guys. One is making a beat with his silverware, while the others are shooting each other with the remnants of their straw wrappers. The majority of the table had ordered soft drinks and were already on their second refill. Cups cluttered the table. When the waiter arrived I noticed that the two girls split a side order of fries and the three guys had ordered actual meals. One had a cheeseburger, one a club sandwich, and the last had chicken tenders. The group was talking about the game but the conversation had died down as they ate.
To my right is a family of four. There was a mother, a father, and a brother and sister that appeared to be college students. Each member of the family had an Aggie shirt that they wore proudly. From the looks of it, the family left late in the fourth quarter to beat the traffic and had been at the restaurant for quite some time. I kept hearing the father say, "how about that game?" to the son. The son would reply with, "yeah, it was a close one." The fathers napkin was already used and resting atop his plate while the mother continued to pick at what was left of her food. I saw a tomato and a bit of bread crumbs on the dads plate so I assumed he had a BLT, the mother had a grilled cheese with french fries, the son had a burger, and the daughter had pancakes. Another conversation topic I overheard was the mother asking her children how college was going and she was wondering if they had made any new friends. They both said "fine" and "no, not yet". It appeared that both were stressed but glad it was the weekend.
As the night passed on, the first group of people were just about finished with their meals and were debating whether or not they should all split some pie. I could hear them arguing over what pie they would get and eventually they were unable to come to an agreement so they each got their favorite slice. I'm no expert on pie flavors so I will just say some got chocolate, one got banana cream, and another got something covered in coconut shavings. After they had finished dessert, they each got a separate check and asked one another what they would do next. At this point they were out of hearing distance so I was unable to know where they went next.
Now back to the family of four. The daughter was unable to finish her pancakes so she asked the waitress to get her a to go box. Upon arrival the waitress asked if the family had saved any room for dessert. They responded with a no and were given the check. Like any dad out there, the second he saw it he was baffled. I could hear him say, "that much for a BLT?!" From the looks of it he was just pretending and wanted to embarrass the kids a little. The family then got up and left the restaurant.
This concludes week three of fieldwork.