California Spring Break (Day 2)
We were supposed to drive up to San Francisco for the weekend, but unrelenting downpour of rain and near zero visibility forced us to change our plans. So we did the next best thing - go to Hooters. We were passing through Pasadena at the time, looking for little old ladies (that one was for all you Beach Boy fans) around lunch time, and stopped for a bite to eat. We saw Hooters, and I mentioned that I had never been there, and all that I knew about it was that they had good chicken wings (wink wink). So we stopped on in for some beer and uh, food. I told our "Hooters Girl" Nancie that it was my first time, and Dad bought me a Hooters calendar. Nancie and all of the other girls signed it, and before we left, I got my picture taken with four of the lovely Hooters girls. (Nancie is the one second from the left). Now I understand why Chris Rock says that "no one goes to Hooters for wings", although I hear they have some pretty damn good ones.
Lunch was over, and we still had no plans for the day. We exited Hooters, and I noticed a "little sweet shop on the edge of town." No, that was in some movie I just watched. I noticed a pool hall across the street named Q's. I asked my Dad if he wanted to shoot a little pool, he said sure. So we marched across the street to hustle the local townfolk and rob them of their hard earned money, for we were so good at pool. I think I ended up winning overall, showing off along the way. Check out my sit-down break move. It's all skill right here for this pool-shark.
Here I am, taking a nap in between games. Until now, I have never told the secret of my success, from school, to life, to relationships - constant napping is why I rule. Napping will cure every ailment from the common cold to schizophrenia, plus it's fun. But while I napped, my father, the pool shark, consumed the minnows on the table and thus eliminating my species from the ocean of competition.
I don't know why I'm holding these pool balls, or even why I'm stroking my non-existent beard like I'm a genius, but then again do I ever really know why I do these crazy things? My answer would be no. And if I don't know, chances are that you don't either. So just sit idly by and accept what you see is the truth...OR ELSE!!!
