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Sunday, May 22, 2005

It has taken me awhile to get this posted, but I attended the Hooter's swimsuit competition. I heard about it on the radio and I saw them putting up the tent in the parking lot, so I had to go because I figured it would be a goldmine of blog material. It was dumb. There were a lot of people there. Some people seemed like they were taking it a bit too seriously. Basically what happened was the girls waked the cat walk about three or four times and they eliminated girls each time. They gave bios like, "She can't resist green m&m's and loves to lay out with friends in her spare time." Then, they each had to tell their favorite Hooter's moment. "Meeting people" was a popular response although the crowd didn't really listen when the girls talked. The two cheesy looking rubias got the most HOOTS from the crowd. One of them had some work done. She was way out of proportion. Eventually, they got down to the end. One of the prettiest girls won. The winner was a biology major/pre-med and she also worked in the cancer unit at the hospital. It almost made me hope for a little curable cancer just to have her work to save me. The winner got $500 and a trip to Miami to compete for Miss Hooter International. It was just good clean fun.
My favorite bartender was there. Thank the world. She is a model of efficiency. I've been in there other times and the bartender doesn't keep the bar clean. Glasses sit there after people leave. Ashh trays are never emptied. The ketchup top gets crusty. Not when my favorite bartender is there, No.
I walked down there. On the way home after the contest I was walking and I hit some dirt that I knew was there, but then I took another step and I sank ankle deep into mud. It caked on to my new walking shoes. The more steps I took the more I sank it. I guess that was my punishment for attending an event that exploits women. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 9:15 PM