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February 28, 2005

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Monty

Mrs. P, do you figure it's too late for an old Scot to turn Hindu? Because I've definitely decided what I'd like to be reincarnated as: a Jap cow. Mooooove over and give me another beer, eh mate.

Just call me Tokyo Rose. Cheers!

Mrs. Peperium

Why don't you just convince old Glenna to rub you down with scotch? She already feeds you beer.

Andrew Cusack

Have you sampled any Argentine beef? I was at school down there briefly, and they had such wonderful beef. Very big on the barbecues there. They have a special word for it, but it slips my mind.

Mrs. Peperium

No. I haven't but I've heard it is wonderful. Either Gourmet or Bon Apetit did a spread on a polo player's wife entertaining the team at their home with a barbeque. The beef ribs are cut completely different than ours to give more flavor - no sake massages needed.

Andrew Cusack

They do love their polo in Argentina. Only time I ever got on a horse was down there actually, place called La Martina. Beautiful country.

Mrs. Peperium

I love polo. In my early teenage years my friends and I used to be 'hotwalkers' at the games. The players would come dashing off the field and throw us the reins of their tuckered out horses. We would throw them the reins of a new one. Each player has atleast 5 at a game. Then we had to walk the hot horse on the sidelines (watching the game) until it was cool. Then another player would signal and we'd start all over again. At the end of the games the players (often South American) would shake our hands, thank us and give us 5 dollars. We could never believe they actually paid us. Fun.

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