Best of Waiting for Squirrel ... You know it's going to be a good day...

From September 17, 2005
...when you wake up at 10:30 and you're still tipsy. Big love to Mike the Cat for dragging me out of bed to feed his chubby butt.

Had a good, good time last night. Started out the night at Carolina Brewery, moved to The Cave and then to Woody's. Franklin Street was crazy with Wisconsin fans that are in town for the game. Witnessed a case of male bonding at it's worst at Woody's. A group of fine young men from the Cheese State decided to drop trou in the middle of Woody's. And here's the thing: no one said a word to them. The bartender just shrugged and said he's seen it all. Fun stuff. So this kid strikes up a conversation with JB [keep in mind he was completely comfortable doing so while sporting his Green Bay Packers boxers]. I was, well, being me and not paying attention. She grabs my arm and was like, "LOOK!" I look over to see, hmmm, to see his penis staring back at me. Yikes. Apparently JB didn't act quickly enough on his offer because shortly after the guy packs up his penis and goes home.