31 December 2003
A Gay Time at Hooters
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It was New Year's Eve Day today, and one of my friends - off from work and having nothing better to do with himself - called me to see if I wanted to go out for lunch with him. What the heck, why not? The only condition I imposed was that it couldn't be one of the three restaurants he usually suggests when we get together for dinner. I like them, but I don't go out much myself, and I'd like to try someplace different for a change.
"How about Hooters?" he asked.
He's suggested Hooters before, and I've successfully brushed it off. He does understand that I'm not interested in looking at waitresses in improbably tight, skimpy outfits, but <whine>he's never been there, he doesn't have anyone else who'll go with him, and he doesn't want to go alone.</whine>
I gave in.
Another het friend who's been to Hooters several times insists that the food is really good, and I suppose it is if you like buffalo wings, burgers, crustaceans, and such. My chicken breast (get it?) sandwich was very tasty. The place is littered with TVs (apparently all hardwired to ESPN) and sportsy stuff like golf bags. Definitely a "guy" place. Not surprisingly, other than the young, slim, busty waitresses, nearly everyone there was male, ranging in age from about 8 to 68, with the majority in their 20's and 30's.
Which was bonus I hadn't considered. While Mike's eyes kept wandering off to ogle the staff, I perused the customers. A mixed bunch, but some definite cuties. And a nearly palpable atmosphere of male arousal. It was almost like being in a gay bar (with very effective female impersonators). For those so inclined, a Hooters could be a very good place to pick up drunk, horny, not-entirely-straight guys. But I'm not such a person (or more to the point, I'd have to be even drunker than they were to work up the nerve to try it), so I doubt I'll be going back.
# 2003-12-31 03:49 PM | TrackBackI let a friend drag me to a straight strip club a long time ago.
It was a dump. It was a surprise that many of the strippers were dumpy and fat (the waitresses were not).
And the worst mixed drinks of my life. You could tell they put sugar in them so you'd drink them quickly (and there was the inevitable free popcorn on the table).
I don't think I lasted 30 minutes.
Good luck with QueerGeek. I dimly remember running across GayGeek which I don't think ever really took off as a community site.
Posted by: Richard Evans Lee at January 1, 2004 05:38 PMI went to a straight strip joint some years ago, tagging along with my then-boyfriend for his brother's bachelor party. The boyfriend's bi, so he had fun. I enjoyed it by A) treating as an opportunity to observe an alien culture up close (like Jane Goodall and the chimps), and B) getting drunk.
Posted by: Scott at January 2, 2004 10:57 AMI got out to Hooters once in a while for the shrimp. I took a lesbian there and the waitress cracked open our crab legs with her bare hands. We were grossed out. Apparently the attraction is that the waitresses have to lean in real close while they are cracking the seafood. Do they do that there?
Posted by: The Taipei Kid at January 7, 2004 07:06 PMI finally got my sister to go with me... we basically wanted to go eyeball the chicks. It was exactly what i expected... great music with classic favs or current rock playing. cold beer, decent food, seductive women with huge tits in shirts a size too small, and a slightly raise price for everything.... over all decent but eh.... who cares right... i got to see cotton clad tits and the bettys that bared them. good times man... good times.
Posted by: Heather Burdett at January 17, 2004 02:45 AM
