TIFU by lying to restaurant staff about my grandma‘s ears

This is my first post on Reddit so bear with me.

So my grandparents are in town visiting from across the country, and we heard there was a brand new Mexican restaurant opening nearby that was supposed to have live mariachi music. Naturally, we figured it’d be a fun night out and brought the whole family.

We walk in and the place is insanely loud—like full-on fiesta chaos. The mariachi band is doing their thing just a few feet from our table, and it’s basically a sonic assault. As we were sitting down I discreetly asked the hostess if there was any chance they could turn it down a little bit because grandma has sensitive ears. (She doesn’t and loves live music) She says she’ll do her best and manages to get the band to tone it down a notch (bless her), but it’s still loud.

Here’s where I fucked up: the staff, being amazing, comes over to check in with my grandma—the one I claimed had sensitive ears—and she, totally unaware of what I said, just goes, “Oh no, I’m fine! I love live music!”

Cue manager #1 coming over five minutes later to let us know they’re seating a large party next to us, and it’ll probably be even louder, but different loud where people are talking. My grandma, still confused and clearly vibing, goes, “Yes, of course, we don’t mind!” The manager looks puzzled and gently says, “Well, I just wasn’t sure because of your, uh… sensitive ears?” My grandma’s like, “What? Oh no, it’s great!”

They must’ve just thought she was being polite because next thing we know, they reroute the big party to the other side of the restaurant, and the waitress swings by again to double check if the music’s too much. Again, my grandma—clueless to my little lie—is like, “Nope, I’m loving this!” I already feel so guilty for lying about this, and having the amazing restaurant staff try to accommodate her.

Eventually the mariachi band packs up… but then enters band #2. I don’t know what kind of sound system they brought, but it was like being front row at a Metallica concert in a cement box. My Apple Watch literally popped up with a hearing warning—it was over 90 decibels. I also wanna say I think this band did good. It was just way too loud for the size of this building with the equipment they had they should’ve been outside. I have a video, I will link it below. I shortened it so it is just the band because I want to keep my family private.

At this point, no one can hear anything. My brother was two chairs away from me screaming and I had no idea. The manager runs over again, clearly mortified, apologizing for the volume. Grandma? “Oh I love it!” I’m dying inside.

A poor busboy even tried to tell my boyfriend that the band wasn’t permanent—it was just for the grand opening—but he couldn’t hear him. So the guy turns to me. It took him THREE tries for me to make out, “It’s just for tonight…”

So yeah. I lied about my grandma’s ears… and an entire restaurant staff desperately tried to cater to a woman who is completely unbothered and absolutely thriving in the middle of a Mexican rave.

TL;DR: Lied and said my grandma had sensitive ears so the restaurant would lower their live music. She then repeatedly told the staff how much she loved it, confusing everyone and making them bend over backwards for nothing. Then a new band came in and nearly ruptured our eardrums, but grandma was still having the time of her life.

I can’t figure out how to link a video, any advice?