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Tonight we're celebrating my brother's girlfriend's twenty-third birthday. I remember that around this time, five years ago, I was in the Italian Girl's kitchen and commented to her that my brother was probably going to get killed that weekend. After the amusing double take, I explained that he, my brother, had been corresponding with a girl he'd met in a chat room for about two years, and that that weekend he was going to go up North to visit with her. One thing led to another, and now, five years later, they own a townhouse together and seem to be as in love with each other as when she first came down and scared the hell out of my mother.

I'm sure my father will pretend to catch invisible flys with his chopsticks, and my mother will smile and nod at the waitress she can't understand. If the Arab says more than a few words to anyone but my sister, I'll be quite shocked. I'm curious as to what latin quote my grandmother will make me translate. And will the conversation with my brother descend into us throwing obscure movie quotes back and forth until we've left everyone in the dust? I certainly hope so.

Getting the family together is fun. I'm all atitter.