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| - So I got soo excited, because the last time I was in Vegas, I wanted to eat some wings at Hooters so bad, but it was such a long distance from our hotel. Since me and some friends were staying at the Excalibur, we weren't that far off. But we get there super tired, because the walk is actually farther than we thought, wait 30-40 minutes for a table (mind you it's 2am and we're drunk and hungry) and the wings were not the wings that I remember falling in love with. They were overly breaded and harder than need be. I eventually got over it, because hey they were 25 cents each. But the waitresses were not Hooters Girls? What? Are you serious? It's a Hooter Casino Hotel, and the restaurant is called Dan Marino? And you have male waiters? Well he was nice, hooked it up with free drinks and ranch sauce. I guess I can deal with it, because he did cut our bill some slack and AGAIN the wings were 25 cents each. But don't count on me coming back again, because the dream is killed.
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