Spanish Hospitality

As you already know from the last post, there are many differences between Spanish and American culture. Well, I continue to learn more each day, and yesterday was extremely overwhelming in that regard. So I had a busy day yesterday and was going to get home really late. Thus, I called Pilar, my host mother, and told her that I would be arriving home late. She told me not to worry and that she was coming home late as well. All was well, and I got home at 22:30 (10:30 pm) and ate dinner.
While she was reheating my dinner for me, which she insisted upon doing, I made the grave mistake of telling her that my throat hurt a little bit. I was only telling her that so she wouldn't give me any crispy or crunchy food, however she, like any grandmother-aged woman, thought it was the end of the world and did the following. She insisted that I drink orange juice instead of water during dinner to boost my vitamin C level, and right before bed she warmed up a steamy hot glass of milk for me to drink. It actually felt really good on my throat, but I was holding back a laugh the whole time because it reminded me of the many sick days I spent with my grandma Honey in elementary and middle school. Then right before bed she came into my room and told me that she was going to go to the store the next day and buy some honey to put in the milk for the next night. All this for a tiny bit of a sore throat.
Now I have a huge dilemma. I plan on going out tonight, and Pilar plans on giving me a warm cozy glass of milk before I go to bed. So my options are to either let her down and get back way after she goes to sleep or to drink a steamy glass of hot milk before I go out drinking. I would never want to break an old lady's heart so I think I will be fighting to not throw up for the first half of the party tonight. I guess nothing Pilar could throw at me could be as intense as some of the things I ate during pledging, but wish me luck guys, I'll need it.
P.S. you might be seeing a very interesting post tomorrow.