You know those pop-out glass balconies on the Skydeck of the Willis (née Sears) Tower in Chicago?

Six years ago I went to a fancy-schmancy fundraiser up there with a bunch of fancy-schmancy gay guys I barely knew ... on what ended up being the foggiest evening in perhaps all of Chicago history.

But we wouldn't let the weather ruin our party. As they say: When life gives you fog, make Charlie's Angles poses with your fellow fags.

Or something like that.