Oh, pish posh. So the world didn’t come to an end like that fruity old coot in California said it would. No Rapture, no people floating up to the heavens, no nothin’. So what’s a guy supposed to do? I’ll tell you. He’s supposed to look at his calendar and make plans.

Let’s look at a couple of key points:
– According to the Incans the world is supposed to go kablooey in 2012.
– Angela and I will be celebrating our 9 year wedding anniversary in 2012

Whoa. Wait. The world ends next year before my wife and I even get the chance to celebrate our own superhuman ability not to kill each other after 10 years?! That’s just terrible! I feel so robbed! I feel cheated! I feel…I feel…I feel like I need to make up for this somehow.

Since we’re all slated to not exist sometime in 2012 and we won’t be celebrate our 10 year anniversary in 2013 why not make the best out of both worlds? Sort of like the Reese’s peanut butter cups of parties! You got your Armageddon in my anniversary! You got your anniversary in my Armageddon!

To that end Angela and I are considering holding an ‘End of the World’ party in Las Vegas. We’re still trying to work out the dates and where we’ll be staying but consider this an invitation to come celebrate our ninth AND tenth wedding anniversaries. As an added bonus we’ll also pay homage to this wonderful world of ours that, evidently, will be overrun by aliens, a swarm of killer bees, epic volcanic explosions, and the resurrection of Jessica Simpson’s acting career.

We’re considering to do this during the first quarter of the year so do yourself a favor and just block off January through the end of April and plan on joining us.

Bonus points for stealing Mike Tyson’s pet tiger.