So I ended up going out for an expensive-but-worth-it dinner at the Artistes Steakhouse at Paris Las Vegas with my brother last night. When we got there at around 7:30 or so, we were concerned that we--particularly he, wearing his shorts--were underdressed, but they sat us in the "casual" section. By the time we left around 9:30, the place was full of people dressed like him, obviously tourists. So much for class. At least he had the courtesy to be concerned.

He also told me that he had been at a small casino the other night and seen a man starting a fight with his wife. Nobody else was doing anything, so he stepped in and stopped it. Once again, I am amazed at the family I come from.

I've been watching this new show on Cartoon Network, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, and it's nice, but I'm not sure I'm going to stick with it. I think I'm into it more for the design than the stories. The main character, Blue, is a completely selfish little brat, and while it is sort of funny to watch him get his comeuppance each time, I don't know how long that's going to continue to be interesting. We'll see.

And I'm a little disappointed, because I haven't gotten my comics from two weeks ago yet. The post office has a history of losing my mail--two packages and one magazine for sure, and quite possibly more--so whenever something doesn't turn up in a timely manner, I get anxious.

Going to probably go watch Seabiscuit, unless I get bored and watch a superhero TV show on DVD.