Actually, eek, you've admitted that before. (P.S. You're surprisingly easy to get drunk, and most expansive when you get there. Also, we're now officially banned from the entire city of Vegas. I didn't know one could do that, but there ya go.)
I lived in Los Angeles when my brother in Buffalo met his wife to be. She only knew me from school pictures hanging around my parents' house and in a majority of them, my glasses were broken and were being held together with tape, usually white medical tape on black framed glasses. That tape epitomized my nerd persona throughout my school years. I worked hard in college to get past that.
When I went to Buffalo for the wedding and finally met my sis-in-law-to-be, her first words to me were, "So, where's the tape on your glasses?" At that moment, I wanted to die.