Dinner with the uncle was a lot of fun.  Since I couldn't order any dead animal because of Lent, we got a boatload of sushi instead.  It's a little weird that people are supposed to be giving something up for Lent, and we end up getting something more expensive than beef.  But I'm a heathen.  We had like 15 relatives come over.  Some of my cousins brought more food; my brother bought more mini cupcakes; Mrs. Fly made her usual multi-course appetizers and "famous" punch; and my aunt passed out.  I don't think this was a coincidence.  Basically we ate and drank like we were doing a commercial for gluttony.  Oh... 

Doublefly 1 - Food 4.

Some very brief awkward moments came when my uncle met D for the first time and asked what his Catholic name was.  I wanted to say, "we're putting him on the fast track to hell," but instead chose the more diplomatic "we haven't baptized him yet - but soon."  I think this may be the year we get the kids baptized.  I promised my mother and we no longer have the "we just moved" excuse (we've moved like 7 times in 11 years).  And during dinner he asked how I was doing considering the recession, and I told him I was playing poker.  I don't think the church looks too favorably on gambling - just a hunch.  He paused for a few seconds and we mercifully moved on to something else.

He's the unofficial family historian.  I knew we decended from a Catholic martyr, but did not realize it was my great-great-great grandfather.  I also didn't know we had a bishop in the family.  My uncle's apparently working on developing some sort of cultural center back in the homeland.  When you have a bajillion relatives, it's hard to keep up.

And some bad news for you fellow poker players...  He said a prayer, blessed the house and went room to room to sprinkle holy water.  Especially my office.  Now I will be pwning all you sinning bastards with my new poker skillz and awesome holy water boomswitch. 

(In before epic doomswitch)

Tonight is the Oscar party.  Stay tuned.