My friend and I were musing yesterday about our stalker-like qualities. We can turn it on when we want. But usually, I'm the accomplice, and it's pretty funny.

One time we went out to a club, and this guy gave my friend his business card. He looked relatively young - mid 20's - but his card said he was a manager. Thinking he might be one of those freaks that creates fake business cards in order to get girls, my friend, of course, had me call his direct line to "make sure."

So I did. Don't know what possessed me to call, because what would I have done if he actually picked up? Luckily, it went to his voicemail, and I was able to verify his name and just hang up. He turned out to be really really weird in the end, and we still refer to him as "el capitain."

good times...