I dreamt that Scott Baio gave me pink-eye. So when I woke up and pried open my streusel-encrusted eyelids, I thought "maybe it was just a dream." But after a few hours at the office I finally admitted to myself it was the real deal and came home (stopping first at Rafiqi's halal meat cart outside Grand Central for a tasty gyro platter to eat on the train -- I was hungry). So now I'm using Mojo's meds and hoping to sleep off the sore throat I've been enduring pretty much all week.

Ellexa is one of the prettiest newborns I have ever seen! It is remarkable that she has learned to rollover already. . .I suspect she is as bright as can be, too, and will be both a challenge and a blessing in your lives.
I tried to take the yellow cast off her face that the digital camera put in from the yellow jumpsuit. The first try didn't take enough of it off, so I re-did the image this afternoon and took another hour of sampling and tooling it. . .still not perfect like she is, though. . .sorry. . .it's all my neck and head can take. . .

Ellexa is beautiful. She gazes into the camera with that "bring me ravioli" look on her face and I can tell right away she means business. That's why she taught herself to roll onto her stomach: you can't very well eat broccoli rabe reclined on your back.

WOW. Is bout all there is. It is the only word to describe that suite. I have viewed some of the photography from the Broadway Joe Experience. Quite impressive. I like the bowling alley. Nice touch. Seemed like an action packed trip as most with broadway Joe turn out to be.
So Ellexa has gained over a pound in a week and has actually rolled over on her stomach.
Pretty cool. She cannot wait to meet JohnPaul and Jojo.

Soooooooo.................

This morning AOL had an article on that hotel room Broadway Joe and I stayed in, if you wanna see some pics of it.......click here

Obviously, if the ladies in question were well-endowed, they didn't dribble the ball down the court or they would have blacked their own eyes bouncin'. . .it's why I never took up jogging.

Topless basketball? Can't say I ever saw such sport. I did once watch an all-nude volleyball game on a beach.

Talk about working on your spike...

I got no photos.

Fact 1: Broadway Joe and I took a 3 day sojourn to Las Vegas this past weekend.

I always enjoy how the Broadway Joe vacation transpires, I was informed Thursday afternoon that we would be leaving...tomorrow. He also warned that this trip would most likely be uneventful, just the three of us (his friend Fabio would be joining us) having a few drinks and laughs at the hotel and casino. It sounded perfect to me. That said, I am going to continue listing the facts of the weekend and you can decide if his estimation was accurate.

Fact 2. We had two rooms at the Palms Hotel: one was the $50,000 per night Hardwood Suite, which at 10,000 sq. ft. had five bedrooms and its own basketball court, the other room was the three bedroom penthouse suite....you know just in case there wasn't enough room for the three of us.

Fact 3. George Maloof, the zillionaire owner of the Palms Hotel LOVES my cousin Joe, and therefore chose to accompany us to every club and party we attended. If I ever I was foolish enough to think celebrities get the best royal treatment...actually billionaire hotel magnates get much much more. I never ordered a drink, everywhere we went they simply rolled a liquor cart over to me, and allowed me to pour my own.

Fact 4. Tommy Lee, the Motley Crue drummer was very jealous we had the Hardwood Suite and seemed to also follow us everywhere we went (not because he enjoyed Broadway Joe's company but instead to freeload off of George Maloof, who paid him little mind.) But anyway Tommy did come to our suite one night, with his dirtbag entourage to have a few drinks and shoot a few hoops. In a matter of minutes there were two topless women shooting from the three point line. Broadway Joe and I have never been sports fans, but we both agreed it was the first time in either one of our 29 years that a basketball game had grabbed our attention. You're probably wondering did Frylock grab his camera and take a digital picture? As Big Vin would say..."You betcher ass"

Fact 5. We consumed an unholy amount of alcohol this weekend...and so there remains a few mysteries. Like why I have Derek Jeter's cell number in my phone...I'm not sure when I'll ever use it....or why he decided I should have it. (Although to his credit he was pretty cool dude.) I was actually thinking I should share it with Uncle Vito so he can discuss the future of the organization with the Yankee Captain.

Fact 6. I was at a craps table with Xzibit, Tommy Lee, Broadway Joe, and the twins from Good Charlotte....two hours later I was at a club with Puff Daddy and Derek Jeter (alright so I took a picture of that too, but it wasn't because I was starstruck....I just thought it was ridiculous.)

Fact 7. There is no sleep in Vegas. Talk about efficiency...I felt like I was gone two weeks, when I in fact only missed five hours of work on Friday. Between the five day period of Thursday through Monday I slept a combined total of 7 hours including power naps....before collapsing around eleven on Monday night. Sunday we took a redeye to Orlando, I drove two hours to Jupiter and worked the full eight hour day....with a huge goofy ass smile upon my face.

Fact 8. Needless to say, the public nature of the blog prohibits me from providing details of the more risque events I may...or may not have witnessed. If your curiosity is piqued, feel free to give me a call I'd be more than happy to share...John this especially means you. (I'll preface this with Yes, the Adult Film Awards was held in Vegas this weekend and NO, we did not attend it. But I did see some interesting folks in the hotel and airport)

Fact 9. This weekend could only be described as surreal...and yet flying home instead of reflecting upon it....all I thought about was seeing my baby niece. No vacation could ever be more amazing than that.

Cookie and Mojo have had innumerable adventures now with Sonic and his cohorts. They are quite the experts at running, jumping, grinding, and light-dashing through some wild arrays of traps, monsters, and "crazy gadgets" (as Cookie just described them). Thanks to Santa Claus (all you people), they have a tall stack of game disks -- many of them Sonic. Alane has now taken to warning them about playing too much, specifically the danger of not getting enough exercise.

In response I heard one them say yesterday: "But it's good finger exercise."

Ah, I see these games have not only developed their eye/hand coordination but also their negotiation skills (though perhaps those didn't need any further honing).

That's the best-dressed baby I've seen in a long time. I'm envisioning a new set of casual wear featuring a photo of the Big Kahuna's eyes and the simple statement: "Vin Sees All."