Hooters

Not long ago it was tradition that my buddies and I would meet at Hooters for Happy Hour on Thursday nights. One: because it was a rather central location for all of us Two: because one of my buddy's girlfriends worked there (eek!) and would "hook us up" Three: why the hell not!?

A few of us will find ourselves at this aforementioned establishment on an occasional Thursday evening for a little blast of nastalgia, but for the most part, we have moved on to more sophisticated watering holes for our libations.

With a far more refined palate in my old age, I find spending money at this place is just prolonging its ever-failing existance. It is certainly not the hot spot it used to be, and on my last visit I parked next to a pick-up truck (huge shock there), where upon further investigation, I noticed the driver was "asleep". Now I don't want to offend anyone, but who sleeps in their truck in the Hooters parking lot? Maybe he'd been there for lunch, had a few too many draft beers and had to sleep it off? Maybe he'd been up all night fighting with his girlfriend in their trailer? I didn't really care and didn't want to know any specifics. But I did watch him rouse from his slumber and amble into the place upon ordering my third 7 oz. Happy Hour special draft beer.

It is Thursday, but I don't think I'll make it tonight.