Fine. Fuck it. I'll do it.

Shelley Pomeroy's End of the Year Party is actually happening. I'm not sure what's more impressive: That we did something we said we were going to, or that we all think we can be in a small mountain cabin for three days and not hate each other by the end of it. Excuse me, I mean hate each other more.

If I were betting, I'd say the odds are good that someone is trapped in a refrigerator that's on fire before Memorial Day. And if pressed, I'd name Moronica as the favorite to be enjoying an up-close view of the crisper drawer.

In real life, the blog's writers and posters act just like they do online. So you can imagine the potential for anti-awesomeness this trip possesses. It's not a vacation, it's a prison sentence.

On the other hand, Moronica is threatening to bring ungodly amounts of alcohol, and my favorite friend Doogie will be there.

More to come, I'm sure, after I serve my time. I'd write more, but the labels say it all...

Shelley Pomeroy's End of the Year Party

...is scheduled to take place sometime in May. In a cabin near Nederland, Colorado. Everyone's welcome to attend. Molly, your job is to not tell your sister. Gal's job is to make sure Veronica Mars shows up, Moronica's job is to find someone of age to get the liquor, AVE's job is to not use up all the GHB before the event.

And for the love of god, don't tell usher about this.