well, it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. his sons (19, 16, 7) obviosely spoke predominantly spanish, but they live here and i found that they knew alot more english than i first thought. it all started well enough... watched the giants game while they all sat outside talkin. felt sorta alienated cuz they spoke almost all spanish, i understood most of it, but was not comfortable enough to join the conversation. thankfully my uncle and my cuz ChrisE decided to stop by to... look for his 49ers cap... i dunno.... so with ChrisE there i had someone new to talk to (my bro is incrisingly boring) but they didn't stay long. after they left it was time to continue the stuffing of the faces. dinner was casual, just grab a plate and eat wherever. after that my sis introduced our young guests to my room. finally i could have a conversation with them without my mom there to somehow turn the focus and subject to me. they were playing MGS2...good game, way to short. as they did so, my bro flossed our game collection and they showed interest for a few titles and, rather than let them borrow it so they can burn it, i burnt them 3 cds in a few minutes. and that is the high nopte on which our evening ended. after that i took the K9 for a stroll and watched some TV. and that leaves me here.now. at which point i have nothing else to say. except maybe: (refer to title)