Hey Jakey,

As promised, here are your Easter weekend photos. A mere one week late.

So, quickly, here's the back story. Your daddy's step-dad's dad (what the hell does Hallmark call someone like THAT...) is one of them there "high-rollers" at a casino called the Fitzgerald in Reno. Ever since his wife died several years ago, he flies into Reno from San Jose every couple-three weeks, on the casino's dime, and drops about five large.

He plays keno. Maybe the world's most boring game, but he honest-to-gawd gets off on it. So every year, the keno department throws B a birthday party, and they give him a bunch of nice suites in the hotel for a weekend, fly family down from the Bay Area and treat him like a king.

The past couple of years I missed out because I had to work weekends, but you went last year with your daddy and had a grand time. I finally got to go this year. It's the most fun I've had in a long time, despite being slightly to moderately queasy all weekend. Your grandma C and grandpa M were there, and crazy Uncle B with his roving eye, and R and S (your daddy's step-dad's sister and her husband), from Bend, Oregon had driven down, too. I like R a LOT. I wished she lived closer, I think we would be good friends. She keeps trying to get your daddy and me to move up to Bend.

Everything was comped, so daddy and I went a little crazy, ordering crazy amounts of room service food twice. We watched two in-room movies: King Kong and Jarhead. In the restaurant, daddy ordered lobster and steak twice, and I ordered the salmon one night, and filet mignon the next. I swear, it was like "Ma and Pa Kettle Go To The Big City." I felt all fancy-schmancy cuz we used valet parking and called down to housekeeping for extra pillows.

Anyway, that's you in the photos above, fearlessly enjoying the dizzying view from our suite.



And this is you, ordering room service, and checking your keno numbers on the casino channel.



You again, choking a banana in your grandma's suite, while your daddy looks on, and then making a fort out of the room service trays.



Daddy, sitting down to our $60 breakfast: two sausage omelets with toast and browns, pancakes for you, plus milk and two juices. Oh, and tip.



Room service the first night. We weren't even really hungry, but it was COMPED. Ya gotta respect the "comped." A Fitzgerald Burger and fries with a side of ranch, chicken strips and fries, a garden salad, a slice of choco cake, a slice of cheesecake, a cranberry juice, a milk and a Corona. $70. Oh, and tip.



Came home Sunday night, and the Easter bunny left you a basket! Maybe next year, we'll take you to an egg hunt. But probably not, as long as B celebrates his birthday in Reno, we'll probably be doing that instead. I mean... ya gotta respect the comped. Y'know?

Love you!