Yesterday night�s dinner was exquisite.� We had a huge sampler of shrimp with wasabi horseradish, tiny, juicy spareribs, crispy fried dumplings filled with spicy beef, gritty, tasty, endamame and rich eggrolls.� B had the blackened ahi in a strong, spicy mustard sauce with white rice and I had the spicy butterfish over deep fried rice and sea-weed sushi rolls with a tangy soy, vinegar sauce.� Excellent.� We had a chocolate souffl� with icecream for dessert and had a bottle of sweet, tart reisling wine.� More excellent.� I left Roy�s drunk and warm and on the way out there was a man waiting by the valets and we had him take our pictures.� I stood on my tip- toes to look taller.

 

When you walk into Roy�s everyone is wearing Hawaiian shirts.� Except for one of the hostess� who was wearing a booty-tight striped, short skirt and a shirt that almost covered her 16-year-old stomach.� As you walk in all the waiters say �Aloha� as they pass you, Hawaiian shirts and platters of rich, yummy food.

 

The waiter spoke to us like we were children or assholes.� Assuming that we knew nothing about food and wine � which I really don�t but am a hella� faker � or that we couldn�t read, he recited everything from the menu giving a few explanations of Hawaiian words.� He moved away from eye contact with me after I rolled my eyes at him mid-menu.

 

The restaurant is space-y and airy and I had no idea that it was a chain.� It didn�t feel like Mick�s or Chili�s � two of my favs, nothing like a fried green tomato or tuna steak sandwich and fries.� It felt nice �. And a little pretentious.

 

On the way home, drunk and laughing, we started talking about Brandon�s sister and I learned a few comments that she had made about my sister and father.� I knew that there had been some at-least-slightly-snooty comments but the more I heard, the more furious I became.� I hate to blame it on the wine but it couldn�t have helped.� I exploded calling N (B�s sister) names that I would never normally call anyone.� Never.�

 

My family has accepted B lock stock and smoking gun and his sister has, since I first met her, alternated between introducing me to people as my father�s daughter and attacked people in my family to B and his family when I am not around.

 

Furious.� No matter how I look at it.� I am absolutely furious.� Not at B but at his sister.� I am so angry that she would say these things � complaining that she and my sister had a class together in law school and that my sister would turn all the way around in her chair and give N dirty looks and that everyone hates my father.� My sister says that she and N did not have a class together and that she had never seen her before B and I started dating.

 

What makes me the most hurt and upset is that she said all this in front of B and his family.� Hurtful, cruel.

 

I have never been good with this type of controversy.� I find it upsetting and find myself withdrawing from situations where I feel that I can be injured � emotionally and physically.� I feel myself today � sad that I was so mean with what I said last night and upset that I look at B and his family so differently right now.

 

I don�t like this part of me.