Moving to Vegas

So I'm moving to Vegas. This has blindsided a lot of my friends but I have wanted to move out of a New York for a while now and this opportunity is too good to pass up. Will you miss me, dear readers? Well, probably not, because I will still be writing this stupid thing from Vegas. Now instead of tripping over my own shoes while drunk in the East Village I will be doing it on the Strip. Same diff, different state.

Anyway, that's why I've been so incommunicado. Now all of my "Sex and the City"-like banter will come exclusively from Gawker. I don't know if I will like living in Sin City but I think I will. If I don't I'll be back in NYC before you know it. I plan to be spending a lot of time in So.Cal as well -- this is the first time that I will be living in the same time zone as my father in like 15 years (he lives in Sherman Oaks).

So between now and the end of the September my life will be a blur of packing, haggling with moving companies and good-bye cocktails. I've been crying a lot -- mostly nerves, fear of the unknown -- but mostly I'm excited and I hope you're all excited for me. And I hope you will come visit me or at least have a drink with me if you ever you come out that way.

Let me sign off before I get sappy again.