So much material so little time

So, I finally, after five years met up with my friend Charlotte. And, despite loosing one earing of every pair I've every loved, I've somehow maintained to keep her feather earing in tact and in sight throughout. So, as I bestowed upon her the one piece of jewelery I have kept track of, I thought that Brooklyn is in deed the greatest borough (that that comment is a nonp0sequitor I am fully aware)... After the dear exchange, Charlotte and I went off to enjoy the fruits of global warming, namely, 72 degree weather in late October. Off we went to the Gowanus Yacht Company, where we drank beer and engaged in a lively debate about vocational schools and the general state of education. All of the sudden, two beers appear from the bar tender.
"they're from those guys over there"
Shocked, we tried to figure out who sent us beers. After searching unsuccessfully for the culprits who would nod in acknowledgment, or who we could acknowledge, we resumed our animated discussion. A few minutes later, a Guatemalan man showed up and said: "That is from Frankie, enjoy". We were immensly thankful but puzzled- why would this man with limited English waste his money on us? Baffled, we of course, resorted to drinking to find an answer. Upon near completion of the second round, and no where closer to a conclusion, we were delivered a second round of drinks from our Guatemalan friend Frankie. Inebriated and horse, we as the bartender for advice on beer receiving etiquette. What do we do? Should we go over? We fell uncomfortable, send ti back. But our protests would not be heard. The bartender simply said, "he's Frankie, that is what he does. He sends drinks. He's like the beer Santa." But what should we do we demanded? Drink up! He said, as if we were absolute morons. So drink we did and ended up engaging Frankie and