We're part of a "dinner club" that meets almost once a month.  I think I may have mentioned it before, but basically, it's a group of 20 or so families in the area who are also from the homeland.  It's a nice way to meet other families in the area who have a similar cultural background.  I basically grew up here, so I consider myself "American," but it's not a bad thing to maintain ties to your roots.

The turnout wasn't that big - maybe only half the families, but everyone had a good time. The host grew up in the Caribbean, so he was thinking of roasting a whole pig in the ground, but apparently his wife nixed that idea.  Thank you, wife.  You had the opportunity to go down in the annals of Dinner Club history, and you blew it.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.  Apparently on the evite, too many people offered to bring dead animal.  So the wife sent out an email asking people to bring more veggies and carbs instead.  What happened?  Too many people listened to the email and there wasn't enough meat - all we had were ribs, grilled pork and squid.  Plenty of salad, beans, corn and rice tho.  Thank you again, wife.  You are Bill Buckner and Bartman rolled into one.

Aw, I'm just joking, the wife is a very sweet woman, and makes a mean sangria.  Mojitos were a little weak, but plenty of wine and other beverages.  I mean, I guess if there was no alcohol, that would have been strike three and I would have just gone berserk at that point.  Kidding!

This was also the first dinner party where the kids were invited.  We all have multiple kids between 2 and 8, so it was super gracious on their part to try and keep the kids entertained.  They had a whole bunch of water activities in their back yard.  They didn't have a pool, but I kind of felt like I was watching that clip on Caddyshack where all the caddies get to use the pool and they're just in a mad dash to get to the water activities.  Whatever it takes for the kids to be occupied so that mom and dad can get a buzz going.

Today, an old friend of mine from the West is coming over for dinner.  He was my first manager and hired me out of business school.  I was going to start writing about him, but then I realized I should save it for tomorrow, because we had a lot of fun times together.