California Spring Break (Day 4)
What? How could we resist a night out at America's finest eatery? We arrived early, about 5:00 pm, in order to get a table. We didn't get seated until at least 7:00. So now I voice my opinions so that you are no longer angry with me - everyone likes Hooters. It's not just me. When you have to wait 2 hours to get seated at a restaurant, they must be doing something right in order to bring in business. This Hooters was in the parking lot of Edison Field, where the Anaheim Angels play baseball, which judging by the crowd, is a prime location.
This was our waitress, but I do not remember her name. That had mostly to do with the fact that I felt like crap. From the moment we sat down, a huge headache overtook my brain, and I was forced to set my head on the table. Not even the world famous chicken wings could get me out of my slump, but I was able to fake it long enough to get my picture taken with one of those lovely girls. (At least I was able to take some wings home, which tasted mighty good the next morning, believe you me.)
Scotty! Scotty! Scotty! That's what the crowd in the restaurant was chanting. Wait, I must be mistaken. Oh right, that's what the crowd in the restaurant in my head was chanting. The nicest part of the evening was when we saw Nancie, out waitress from the Pasadena Hooters, who had invited us to come to Anaheim that night. Even better was the fact that she remembered us, which made me feel special.
I slept on the ride home, and crashed as soon as we got back to Craig's house. I must've gone to bed at about 8:30 pm, but I didn't mind. I already had a fun filled day, one that beat out most of the other days I've lived thus far, so I was happy to oblige to my body's commands. After all, tomorrow is a whole 'nother day, out here in sunny Southern California.