Date Night at Hooters

 

Yesterday was a rough day that ended well. First of all, I woke up with a mother of a toothache. After a few hours of severe pain that made me want to extract it myself with

 

 

dental floss and an ice pick, I finally got some medicine, and by the afternoon, all was right in my mouth again. Then, Chef and I decided we’d go out on a date, his choice.

 

Guess where he picked….Hooters. Now, first of all, I don’t mind eating at Hooters. I’m used to a bunch of half-naked teenagers walking around in tights. That is how I hang around the house myself some days…not. What really annoys me about Hooters is just how loud it always is in that place. It is my opinion that only the middle-aged deaf men eat there, so those of us who have no real problems hearing music blaring through loud speakers are basically assaulted by the tunes reverberating through the place. Forget having a conversation. It isn’t going to happen. And because it is Africa Hot here right now, the patio is just not an option. Between my menopausal hot flashes and 107 degree weather, that would be like eating in Hell.

 

But, they had $1 beers and a wing special, so that is where we headed. I laugh when I think about it now. They were so busy, we had to bus a table ourselves just to sit down. Then, because the hostess who was helping us clean the table up was under 18 years old, Chef had to carry the empty beer bottles and throw them away for her. We never did get a clean towel to wipe it off with, so we just used several wet-naps. Twice, they got Chef’s order wrong, and the waitress we ended up with was clearly overwhelmed with the number of tables she had, and snubbed Chef on more than one occasion. However, my food was good, and I got excellent service from her. 🙂

 

The sun had set by the time we headed home, so the ride back on the motorcycle was breezy and nice.

 

Yes. That is all I could think to write about today.

 

— Bird