Word to the wise: never eat restaurant Mexican food in North Dakota. The folks and I went to the Buckskin for "burrito night." It was the second worst Mexican food I ever ate--the first being at Los Amigos in Bismarck. Covered in generic cheez whiz, my dad loved it.
Afterwards we came home and watched a dvd of Napoleon Dynamite. I cried it was so good. It takes place in Idaho in 1987 or so, which was the same time when I was in high school in western Montana. It cracks through my adolescent amnesia and reminds me of the goodness (albeit weirdness, too) of "my" people. Odds are you've seen it.
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