Charming.

So apparently I'm going to Las Vegas this weekend too. A red-haired interfering fairy who really ought to remember that she's my wife and not my mother informed me over breakfast that she'd booked tickets for me. I tried the 'If I'm going to be forced to take a vacation I'd rather just come back to Muir with you and Rachel' line but she didn't go for it. I find that highly inconsistent.

Expect me to stick to activities that aren't gambling. The last Las Vegas casino floor I was on gave me a headache.