I know I'm a little behind, but better late than never.  I wanted to show off my Beatles-inspired Abbey Road pumpkin that Alex and I carved for Halloween.

Okay, well it was more me than Alex, but she was by my side supporting every little twist and turn of the knife.

Okay, so that's a stretch too.  She barely stuck her hand in it to pull out seeds and after about a minute of carving she was bored and went inside to play on the computer.

So let's call this one exactly what it is... my self-indulged carved masterpiece.

But Alex still thought it was awesome, so that's all that matters. 

Okay, so I'll admit it... I watch American Idol. I still don't know why, but that's neither here or there. I'm a huge Beatles fan and I'm upset. Not that I missed the ending because Fox ran over two minutes and my recorder turned off—which by the way, is Network TV's gameplan against time-shifting. No, I could care less if Blake or Jordin or Bob won. What upset me was the most pathetic tribute to "Sgt. Pepper" I've ever witnessed.

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Yesterday we decided to get out and see more of the Vegas strip.  So we started walking south.  Lisa wanted to visit Paris and ride the roller coaster at New York, New York, so we did.  While in Paris, we gambled a little.  After about an hour of playing Blackjack, Lisa was up $25 and I was down $50.  So I wasted another $50 playing craps for about 10 minutes.  After Paris, we started walking south towards New York, New York.

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Last night we had dinner at Emeril's Delmonico Steakhouse at The Venetian here in Las Vegas. I thought we'd just have a normal reservation, but Lisa surprised me. She arranged, through a connection and personal friend of Emeril, to have dinner in the kitchen (see image), where one of the sous chefs personally catered to our needs and prepared a tasting of dishes—some of which were not on the menu and others which were prepared differently than the menu items.

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