Well I got news today from Anthony, bass player of Revocation that the camera that he brought on tour was doused in beer at some point and doesn’t work. So let’s move on from the touring thing and just get to the now. This is a mighty failure, I know.

I’ve been back in town since Thursday and it’s good to be home and not crammed in a van with three other dudes. This weekend was a feisty one. The three idiots, roomates Clint, Corey and myself headed over to a pool party at our friend Lars’ place in downtown Charlotte. Full on pool, patio, grill, kegstravaganza. Nearly every other person at the party was German besides ourselves and a few American girlfriends. We Americans decided to wear Speedos. Sadly, the German men were not gung ho about partying brats out.

The real kicker was when, after kegging it up for like 7 hours, we strolled across the street from the party to a very popular Charlotte bar. With speedos and cowboy boots on. And that’s it. And they let us in. And they did at two other bars as well.

I’m no stranger to speeding in public. I did the Santa Speedo Run a few years in a row when I was back in Boston. Difference is, the speedo run was thousands of men and women running the streets for charity. Saturday nights was a trio of idiots running the streets for their own amusement.

Somehow we didn’t get beat up, although we were challenged a handful of times by insecure bro-dudes. The women were either in awe or disgust. It was a fantastic experiment in what you can get away with these days. People would ask most often: “You guys lose a bet?” and I’d just shake my head and look at them like they were the weird one. Or people would straight up ask “Why the hell are you guys wearing speedos?” And I’d say “Why the hell is everyone wearing pants? It’s too damn hot out for that.”

One of my favorite moments was when I saw the bank teller that always helps me out whenever I go in to deposit a check. She’ll probably hit the robbery button under the counter next time I walk in.

Thanks, Charlotte. You proved to be a most lenient city in an age of uptightness and boring Affliction shirt conformity. And with that, I’m staying home for a few weekends. I think I wrung the party out for a while on that one.

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