Party like a rock star.

Last night we went out to dinner like we were rock stars. And by that I mean, we ordered food and drinks without a thought to their ridiculous prices. Sixteen dollar margarita? Bring it on! Mmmm delicious! We went to Chima, which is a brazilian steakhouse - Aaron's all time favorite type of restaurant. I wanted him to be distracted from the upcoming surgery, so it was worth the indulgence.

The decor was really cool, the ambiance very chill, and they had a WALL of wine. A WALL! I drooled at that, Aaron drooled at the meat.

Aaron and I got there first and grabbed some drinks at the bar, and inexplicably an appetizer - because maybe the all you can eat meat we were about to sit down to might not be enough food for us.

IA and McH showed up earlier than expected which was nice, but they showed us up by dressing all fancy schmancy in a suit and whatnot. They fit the restaurant and we did not.

The food was really good, but there was just SO much of it. Aaron and I of course chowed down on everything in site while IA and McH were actually civilized about it and didn't act like they hadn't eaten in two months.

The wine was very good and came in a humongous glass which I briefly considered trying to stick in my purse. Alas my purse was not bowling ball sized so the glass wouldn't fit.

We laughed so much during dinner that on the way home Aaron said his face still hurt. We had an absolute blast and I'm sure our raucous behavior offended more than a few fellow diners.

But who cares - we were rock stars!