So Friendster's gone and ratted us all out for our casual and innocuous cyber-sleuthing. I once wrote a piece about Friendster for The Simon. Check it out.
If you need me, I'll be dying of embarassment in my Gramercy bunker.
On a less intrusive note, I got all the photos back from Vegas today. I'll be posting them up on Flickr over the course of the evening.
Tomorrow I'm off to New Heven for Jen's bachelorette party. Should be good times.