In which I only call you when I need a favor.

I have just realized, amazingly, that the three-year anniversary of Pink India Ink has come and gone without so much as a hiccup. Three years! Can you stand it? My relationship with this blog is officially the longest of my entire life -- longer than my marriage, longer than my first relationship EVAR, longer even than my college romance with a highly unsuitable, but nevertheless entertaining fellow who recently provided me with a poignant reminder as to why one should not attempt to reestablish communication with old boyfriends unless one is willing to suffer the possibly-humiliating consequences.

And in all that time, dear readers, I have never asked you for anything... until now.

IT'S HANDJOB TIME.

Oh, wait, I'm sorry. My mistake. It is not, in fact, handjob time. It is, however, the first day of the semifinal, "wishlisting" round of Trazzler's NYCGO travel-writing contest, and I am a semifinalist.

And this is where you come in.

What sort of favor am I asking of you?

I need you to vote for me. I got past the first round on writing ability alone, but now, it's a popularity contest. The ten semifinalists with the most-loved trips on Trazzler will proceed to Round Three, and frankly, I would really like to go to round three. So, if you would like to help further my career/celebrate the 3-year anniversary of Pink India Ink/make me very, verrry happy, please do the following:

1. Click here to visit my trip page.
2. Click the green "wishlist" link at the top of the text.
3. When prompted, either a) sign in using your Facebook account and allow the (totally non-obnoxious) application to access your profile, or b) create an account via the (totally quick and easy) sign-up system.
4. Come over to my apartment and let me kiss you with gratitude.

What's that? You want an additional incentive?

Alright then. If, by some miracle of modern internetting, I actually win this contest? I will post a photo of MY BOOBS. And I will post it ON THIS BLOG. I am not kidding. (Credibility check: If you know me in real life, you know I am not kidding. Clearly, I consider my chances of winning to be slim at best. But I dare you to prove me wrong.)

Well, are you voting? Go vote. Vote vote vote. I'll even provide the link again:

VOTE!

Update: For those who expressed concern, I should add that a) there are 200 other people in this contest, b) my trip is in, like, 30th place and c) in light of the way I used to make money, I've got less anxiety about (and more material for) making good on such a promise than the average person.