OK... after three boilermakers I was feeling nice and the bartender looked at me, came over and asked if I'd like to try a Carolina blonde.

I almost fell off the stool... here is this gorgeous woman asking if I'd like to have her (or so I thought). I asked her what she had in mind (knowing that I only had about 25 minutes left before my flight - probably about 24 minutes more than I'd need). She laughed when she realized what I was getting at... I must have had a confused look on my face. She explained that "Carolina Blonde" was the name of a micro-brewed beer there.

Damn!!

(I tried it... it wasn't bad, but talk about a hardon killer).