Hooters
Well, last night a few of us gathered at Hooters for some wings and some beer. I had never been to Hooters before, so I didn't know what to expect. Chi, Terry, Dawn, Chris (a friend of Chi's), Norm (Bobba Fett from Audzine.com), and Leonard (lawong from Audzine) showed up to this gathering. We had fun, partly at the expense of Terry who continued to impart upon everybody his theories about women. Terry is a great guy. He just has controversial viewpoints.
Those of you who know Chi must be wondering how she could even step into such a place. While not a feminist (strictly speaking), she certainly doesn't feel that women need to be using their bodies to earn a living. That being said, she also feels comfortable in their presence and is quick to point out when a woman is hot or not. So coming to Hooters was not a problem for her. I think mostly though, she came out to be with me (she never flakes). That's why I love her.
The Hooters women look pretty good. Though not as good as I thought. As expected, they all wore their famous tank tops with bras that accentuated cleavage to some success, but it all seemed a little contrived. After the initial minute of gauging their looks, I didn't notice them the rest of the night. Neither did Chi.
The wings were great. But for some reason, I only ate 6 of them. Which was bad for me, given the fact that I was drinking that night. I ended up drinking only 6-8 glasses, but I was pretty faded near the end. I blame it on Terry and an empty stomach. He ordered two extra pitchers of beer at the end right when everybody left, leaving me and him to drink the rest. That did me in for the night and for this morning (moderate hangover). Terry cracks me up. Homeboy took the BART to SF and then a cab from the BART station to Hooters just so he could drink (instead of driving). He knew we'd take him home.
All in all, it was a good time. We'll be doing it again sometime, so I'll probably post about it then. I definitely appreciate Dawn, Leonard, Chris, Norm and Terry coming out. Plus, we learned some more rituals of drinking. Dawn showed us about the look me in the eye toast (if you don't, superstition has it that you will be cursed with bad sex for 7 years if you have any at all), which I found hard to do with other guys. Terry reiterated the principle of never pouring your own beer, which I discovered after he took over my pitcher while I was pouring. After all these years, I still learn new drinking rules everday.
Well, last night a few of us gathered at Hooters for some wings and some beer. I had never been to Hooters before, so I didn't know what to expect. Chi, Terry, Dawn, Chris (a friend of Chi's), Norm (Bobba Fett from Audzine.com), and Leonard (lawong from Audzine) showed up to this gathering. We had fun, partly at the expense of Terry who continued to impart upon everybody his theories about women. Terry is a great guy. He just has controversial viewpoints.
Those of you who know Chi must be wondering how she could even step into such a place. While not a feminist (strictly speaking), she certainly doesn't feel that women need to be using their bodies to earn a living. That being said, she also feels comfortable in their presence and is quick to point out when a woman is hot or not. So coming to Hooters was not a problem for her. I think mostly though, she came out to be with me (she never flakes). That's why I love her.
The Hooters women look pretty good. Though not as good as I thought. As expected, they all wore their famous tank tops with bras that accentuated cleavage to some success, but it all seemed a little contrived. After the initial minute of gauging their looks, I didn't notice them the rest of the night. Neither did Chi.
The wings were great. But for some reason, I only ate 6 of them. Which was bad for me, given the fact that I was drinking that night. I ended up drinking only 6-8 glasses, but I was pretty faded near the end. I blame it on Terry and an empty stomach. He ordered two extra pitchers of beer at the end right when everybody left, leaving me and him to drink the rest. That did me in for the night and for this morning (moderate hangover). Terry cracks me up. Homeboy took the BART to SF and then a cab from the BART station to Hooters just so he could drink (instead of driving). He knew we'd take him home.
All in all, it was a good time. We'll be doing it again sometime, so I'll probably post about it then. I definitely appreciate Dawn, Leonard, Chris, Norm and Terry coming out. Plus, we learned some more rituals of drinking. Dawn showed us about the look me in the eye toast (if you don't, superstition has it that you will be cursed with bad sex for 7 years if you have any at all), which I found hard to do with other guys. Terry reiterated the principle of never pouring your own beer, which I discovered after he took over my pitcher while I was pouring. After all these years, I still learn new drinking rules everday.
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