Not Vegas, Baby

Just because you add "vegas" to the end of your city's name does not make it cool. Now, Flat Coke and Flies opened my eyes to the whole "Nashvegas" designation, and I'm on board with that.

But, seriously, despite two different peoples' best attempts, "Charvegas" does not make Charlotte sound super cool, nor does "Philavegas" work for Philly.

It just doesn't jive, kids.

In other news, I'm getting a jump on my New Year's resolutions and top of the list is: Wear more side ponytails.

I wish I was making that up, but they suit my profile and the fact that the back of my head is as flat as a plate. Swear to Pete.

Also on the list: Meet more bloggers. Thanks to Hilary the Guy, Miss Laaw-yuhr and Chris, who sarcastically likes things about the universe, for braving potential awkwardness and knife fights (seriously) to meet 123V and Lorelai.

To answer your questions, yes we all got drunk and made out, then we got tattoos together. Okay, that's not true. Well, the drunk part is. But, sad to say, there was no making out, despite my best showing in my "Boob Dress." (The black one with the pink polka dots, Schmegs.)

The important part to note is that these cats are cool, and it should serve as a wonderful reminder that bloggy friendships can lead to real, live friendships, my pretties. 'Member that.

Okay, gotta jet. I'm sure there's some crappy reality show that I'm missing right now.

In the Comments section, tell me if you got to make out with anyone or show your boobs this weekend.