I took Nettie out for her birthday a few nights ago, to a Brazilian steakhouse called "Boi Na Braza." I have no idea what the name means.

Brazilian meat-wielding cowboys ("gauchos") roamed the restaurant with skewers of freshly cooked meat. There was steak and pork and lamb and chicken and sausage. Also there was a salad/sides bar the size of a two-car garage.

Here is a happy gaucho:

So Nettie and I ate our own body weight in delicious steak, etc. We also had the best beer I have ever tasted; namely a Brazilian dark brew called "Xingu." It was fantastic; not bitter at all. Wow.

Speaking of dark, I dyed my hair black... jet black; coal black; "none-more-black." I believe this may excite my frineds Neil and Laura, who want to convert me into becoming Goth.

At present I look less Goth, and more like a guy in a bad wig. OK, to clarify; a guy in a bad BLACK wig.

Well, time to head off to BOF, Inc for another installment of "working for the man." All things being equal, I'd rather be playing guitar- smouldering Goth angst-ridden guitar. 

More on this as I get to it.

-d