hooters and the trouser trouts

Worthy of a page of it’s own. After the AIDS Walk while milling around Union Station – the boys got hungry and I got a wild hair…. “Let’s go to Hooters”

Chad nor Kevin had ever eaten there. I was about 19 the last time I’d been.

Turns out one of Chad’s co-workers who was with us knew the manager. (The Hard Rock Cafe is right accross the parking lot from Hooters). So not only did we get 50% of our meal comped, but I got the photo-opp of the month.

Can’t say the food was terrible.. Typical for a chain… The Buffalo Chicken sandwich was tasty, although a bit overpriced.

Not a problem though – I would have happily paid $20 for a sandwich if it meant we’d get a group photo with the waitresses.

Just too damn campy to resist.

Instead of trying to explain to the nice young ladies about how I “don’t” maintain this online journal thing where I post photos and stories – I simply just said we were looking for a photo to use as this year’s Christmas Card.

They bought it… I’m sure they’re used to having their photos taken and being ogled over. Probably what they “weren’t” used to was a camera wielding, non-blogging, kitsch-seeking triad of dumpy gay guys.

so.. I exploited them… But I can sleep soundly that I did so for unconventional reasons.