When did my love for Hooters emerge? Well, friends, sit and stay awhile. Before my days as a wife, as a party planner, as a mom, I, myself, rocked those little orange Dolphin shorts. Yep. You heard me. I was a Hooters Girl, and I loved every moment of it. During college, I waited tables, then tended bar, pouring pitchers of beer night after night. I transitioned into management, then climbed up another rung to claim the position of corporate training manager, traveling to open new stores every few months. It was by far the most fun job I ever had. Where else could I have won a free trip to Hawaii simply for selling the most Miller Lite to thirsty guys? Yes, I went to Honolulu for five days, all expenses paid, with my roomie who won the same contest at her Hooters across town.
Hooters has a sense of community that spans between the girls, the cooks, the managers, and even the regulars. Well, some of the regulars. Hooters was the Greek sorority I never joined. Some of my best girlfriends today are the ones who worked along side me, slinging chicken wings on roller skates, pouring pitchers of beer while hula-hooping. (Yes, I am that talented.) I have nothing but fond memories of my days at Hooters, and am more than happy to indulge in the occasional trip when the mood strikes. I’m pretty sure I won’t have any objections from these two guys about it, either.