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Anyway, last night my family went out for a very expensive dinner at, what my dad named, "The Brazilian Steakhouse." How it works: you go up to the most extensive salad bar on the planet, pick out some delicious starters and eat. Then, you turn over a little card (green on one side, red on the other) and over walks guys in gaucho pants with big cuts of various meats on skewers. They slice you off some meat and walk to another table. There were 13 different types of meat (all, I will add, delicious). You turn your card back to red (to stop) and out comes a plate of fried bananas, fried polenta and garlic mashed potatoes. Then you eat. It was, completely fabulous. Later, out comes this big cart filled with dessert wines and other alcohol. The guy tells you about each one, lets you try a few of the ones he thinks you might like, then, if you want, you can have a tiny tiny glass of whatever you choose. For me, he picked out a liche flavored ice-wine (the grapes are frozen on the tree, before hand picked). It was, fantastic.

Needless to say, both my parents got really drunk (with two bottles of red wine, two glasses of ice-wine and one glass of fire-water grappa). It was RJs going to college dinner. Very fun. Super delicious.

Note: Roger leaves on the 21st for Reed College in Portland, Oregon. Across the country, away from his cute little sister and his crazy parents.

Note number two: The boys (you know, the geek gang) left for Topsail today. Hope they come back tan.

Edit: Deleting some not-important-actually-really-creepy stuff. :)