I had an awesome weekend in CLT. Not to belabor an already overused phrase, but I thought what happened in CLT would stay there. Unfortunately, the stories are too good, and I have a big mouth.

I arrived on Friday in high spirits, which were exacerbated by unaccompanied kamikazes. After he got me drunk, Spencer took me to Rum Monkey's and ordered me a steak. I am not supposed to eat steak. But OMFG. My eyes rolled back in my head several times. I think it might have been almost as much fun for Spencer watching me eat. So, see, I was taken advantage of. You see, don't you?

Saturday, we went to The Breakfast Club for a birthday party. The birthday girl was awesomely drunk, and took this picture.-> I have no idea what I'm looking at, but I think I thought that Spencer was trying to drop a Rubik's Cube down my shirt. A drunken frat boy, who said he was there to celebrate his girlfriend's birthday, followed Spencer out of the rest room. Apparently, he also talked to Spencer in the rest room, which isn't really done, I'm told. DFB came over to our table, waved momentarily in the general direction of his girlfriend by way of introduction, then laid this classic line on the table full of women and Spencer: "You ladies are so hot, you got to get hosed down." At which point, he broke into The Sprinkler.

We laughed him out of the club. I think I saw his girlfriend making out with someone else on the third floor later. Afterwards, I had to have a cigarette. And it was a Damn Good Cigarette.