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Another great weekend in C-Town. Friday, we went to the Shanty Shack as planned, and once again enjoyed an eclectic mix of dance beats that literally ranged from Garth Brooks to Juvenile. I know that same randomness has given the Shanty Shack its critics, but there don't seem to be many. Once again, the Warm Springs Road venue was packed. And in my mind, it didn't disappoint. Cheap drinks, no fights and a cool guy selling light-up roses. Perfect.

One of my friends kept pointing to an unusually high hot-guy quotient, but the jury's still out on that one. Agree or disagree, you help but notice the many unique characters who were out and about, including one vertically challenged guy who was flaunting some serious game. Watching him slow dance with a girl -- while his head was strategically placed near her anatomical assets -- was one of the biggest highlights of our night. Pictures will follow. Hopefully.

Other noteworthy sights? For the first time ever, I saw a guy text somebody will dancing with a girl. Bad form? I say yes.

And, of course, we were hit by the ominous male presence who comes to a club unaccompanied, creepily follows girls around and can't grasp the concept of a cold shoulder. For years, I thought such a force existed only at high school dances and college parties without alcohol. False.

Happy Monday, everyone.