Happy (Late) Birthday to Melissa

My brother Jonathan is not the only person to blame for this blog: My sister Melissa bears a lot of shame for its existence. Melissa is an amazing sister and the type of person who always believes in and encourages you. For instance, she thinks I'm funny and that I should have a blog. Ta-da. I can always count on her to read and think that my rambling is amusing. Thanks Melissa. I couldn't ask for a better sister (thinly veiled assault at my other sisters; learn from Melissa's example and laugh when I tell jokes).

I'm pretty sure I have mentioned this before, but it makes me so happy it needs to be repeated. I get endless joy of seeing girls who were not considered attractive in high school being attractive as grown ups. I get the same joy from nerdy guys that have gone on to grow into themselves, get good jobs and wives that are far too attractive for them. Way to go formerly ugly girls and nerds.

I still haven't had time to recap my Vegas trip. Perhaps I am still baffled at the $24,000 bottle of wine available at Prime in Bellagio. I cannot imagine how wealthy you must be to justify that purchase. Or the dude sitting by himself playing 3 hands at $10,000/hand in Blackjack. He was joyless at both wins and losses. I was playing $25/hand and freaking out each time. If he makes about 85,000,000/year, our gambling was equivalent so maybe that is why he wasn't worried. ANYWAY, Vegas is just a strange place where money seems to lose value and grown ups act like drunk 16 year olds with their parents credit card.

Happy Birthday Melissa, and until next time, Mahalo!