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It seems like Memorial Day just happened, but Labor Day and therefore the unofficial end of summer is almost upon us. We here at Phillyist recommend enjoying what you've got left. And if you're planning on enjoying it while you're down the shore, we suggest you check out "The Show" at Showboat. We caught a few minutes of it during the Atlantic City Food and Wine Festival, and we definitely recommend checking it out before it closes September 7. After all, it's one of the cheapest things you can do at a casino!

The recent onslaught of celebrity chef- and restaurateur-helmed dining establishments in casinos could run the risk of turning Atlantic City into a Vegas-style cheese-fest (next stop: Celine Dion!), or it could help turn the town into a dining mecca. Here pulling for the latter situation are our pals at the Atlantic City Harrah's Casino Hotels, who this weekend bring us the awesomely star-full (if your stars are on the Food Network) Atlantic City Food and Wine Festival.

In lean economic times like these, excess seems like something many people can't afford—literally. Yet, there are times when going a little (or a lot) over the top is expected, if not necessary. Mardi Gras is one such time. In theory, Mardi Gras is the last hurrah before people make their annual 40-day sacrifice for Lent. We don't know how many people actually go for the sacrifice part. This Phillyist sure doesn't. (Somewhere, Sister Anne Pierre is shaking her head, wondering how she failed.) Even though a lot of people don't give anything up for Lent, that doesn't stop them from going all out, and sometimes bearing all, for Mardi Gras.

When we arrived at the Atlantic City House of Blues in the Showboat casino, we were pretty sure we knew what to expect. And we were going to be damn upset if we didn't get it. After all, sitting in the parking lot known as 676 East on a summer Friday had caused our trip from Center City to take two hours. So we weren't in the best mood, because we had to scramble to check in at Harrah's, where we were staying, grab a super-quick bite to eat, and haul ass over to the concert. We just didn't really have time to settle in at all. But, we arrived at the House of Blues with high hopes for an awesome, or maybe just an awesomely bad, time with Bret Michaels.

We consider ourselves to be fairly intelligent people. We've got the college wall hangings diplomas, the professional(ish) jobs. But sometimes, we do and enjoy things that would lead you to think we're not the brightest crayons in the box. These are our guilty pleasures, and we've come to accept the fact that, in spite of ourselves, we're going to enjoy them. Immensely. One of this Phillyist's biggest guilty pleasures is . How seriously can he really take himself? And for the record, we will admit that Poison's "music" is another guilty pleasure of ours. How can you not love songs like "Talk Dirty to Me" and "Unskinny Bop?"

Even as a heterosexual woman, this Phillyist will be the first to admit that there are few things more beautiful than the female body. And the less covering it, the better.

Dear Atlantic City:

Ross and I were invited down to Atlantic City this past weekend for a mini blogger meetup sponsored by the four Harrah's casinos there. I'll write more about that in this week's Return to Sender, but for now, I'm only mentioning it to set the scene.