It's official - I'm a New Yorker (Updated)

There it is - all over my car:

I can't wait to drive back to Colorado with my fancy New York elitist liberal license plates. I can already picture all the nice simple country folk out yonder sneering at my East Coast creds. And all I am going to do while I am there is blast that New York song by Rihanna and the other guy.

UPDATE: Apparently it was Alicia Keys that sings that song. Whatever.

I have now traded my Colorado license plate - which looks like a diet Mountain Dew can to me - for a generic New York plate, with no distinguishing factors that I can identify. Doesn't matter though, baby, the only thing that matters on this plate is the name, homey.