The Wave House

Where have I been? No, seriously. I obviously need to get out more because I've apparently been missing out on quite a lot in my own city. I finished my breaker shift at work a little later than usual because I'm too nice and broke some girls that didn't really need to be. It was a slow shift, but I had the pleasure of waiting on a table where a young man sat (that required a double take to make sure he wasn't Jon Krasinski, or more commonly known as Jim Halpert, from The Office; a most beloved television show of mine), whose company I enjoyed immensely. After my shift I headed straight to the boyfriend's house, freshened up, and donned an outfit I hoped would keep me warm enough for hanging out by the beach but cool enough to dance my heart out at a concert.

We arrived early. It was not yet seven, but parking is terrible by the beach and I wanted to be positive I didn't have to walk back ten blocks in a drunken stupor. It was overcast. Typical June gloom. We walked up to receive our wristbands, stepped inside, and a smile immediately spread across my face. Heaven! I took a few more steps and felt my foot squish into some uneven terrain. My boyfriend tightened his grip on me and laughed. "Easy there, you haven't even had your first drink yet." Sand! They had sand inside! Well, the venue is basically on the beach so sand is probably a given, but they actually had dug out areas filled with sand and fire pits! Bars scattered the premises and surf boards were fabricated into awesome tables. I was in San Diego heaven. We walked up to the bar.
"Guinness please!" I happily exclaimed.
"Aw sorry doll, but we only serve Guinness on Fridays."
Ok, so maybe it's not exactly paradise. Not twenty minutes later, they turned the wave generator on. Yes. Wave Generator. Near the entrance, there is a large pool area complete with warming jacuzzis, showers, and a frickin wave. They actually had a few competitions going on as well. It was amazing to watch, and my boyfriend and I promised ourselves that we would be back for the next round. Not as observers, but as stoked out competitors!

I wasn't really an Unwritten Law fan before I arrived that night. But I sure as hell was one when I left. Maybe it was the five or six beers in me, I know I know lightweight, but those kids really know how to put on a show. I don't think I've ever had that much fun at a concert before, not counting that uncomfortable few minutes when my boyfriend went to the bathroom and some broseph felt that it was appropriate to take his place.

On our way home, I drunkenly demanded quesadillas, and to my surprise and delight, the boyfriend actually pulled into an unknown drive through! I was far too incoherent to pay attention to where we were, but dang, best quesadilla ever. Boyfriend agrees.

The 10 Weird and Bizarre Habits Hooters Girls form

1.  Lip gloss will become part of you.  You won't even realize you're putting it on until your boyfriend starts complaining.  Because nobody really wants to kiss a sticky, gooey mess.  

2.  You will instinctively put important loose cards, money, and paper into the sleeves of your tank tops.  It just becomes second nature.  

3.  "Cover-ups" will slowly begin to consume your wardrobe.  Because we can't leave the restaurant in our uniform and you have to look cute going into work.  Of course, some girls look just as cute coming in with their sweats and Dunder Mifflin Tee shirts, i hope.

4.  Shorts, dresses,  and skirts will never, ever feel too short.  Ever again.

5.  Wearing said shorts, dresses, and skirts will begin to feel "drafty" without that thick, protective panty-hose layer.  

6.  You'll achieve wing expertise.  

7.  Rude and lecherous guys won't be as irritating, because you've already seen much, much worse.  

8.  You will be compelled to exclaim, in your most HOOTERIFFIC voice, "HI WELCOME TO HOOTERS!" when you see someone entering the restaurant.  Even if you're off the clock.  And donning your cover up. (see #3)

9.  You will become very, very conscious of what you put into your body.  Because it WILL be visible your next shift.

10.  And finally, you will become the best, and I mean the BEST, tipper when dining out.  Because you understand.  You will also come to understand the difference between Hooters Tipping and the way to tip at every other restaurant.  

xoxo,

brit

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Passenger "Too Sexy" for Southwest Airlines

>Does that headline ring a bell?

I remember when it was all over the news, and that was before my blogging days.  

Well, guess who my newest coworker is :p

And, she's pretty cool.  

Surprise Surprise

The boyfriend showed up at my house last night with two concert tickets in hand! Have I ever mentioned how much I love live music? I am now very excited for this Saturday night at the Wave House!!

In the meantime I will be earning back what is rightfully mine tonight at the restaurant. Wish me luck!

Quite the opposite of decent.

Yesterday was quite the opposite of decent. I woke up at the ass-crack of dawn to take my father to the air port, which ended up making me very late to the office. After eight frustrating hours, I clocked out and drove straight to Hooters to get ready there. Apparently I've gained a couple of pounds, which is the equivalent of 10-15 Hooters pounds. Throughout that evening I had to put up with a lingering table that thought it was hilarious to tell me I should work at "Booties." Haha guys...never heard that one before. I proceeded to mysteriously loose $100 from my money book and was walked out on by two guys I was horribly attentive and nice to. I didn't receive a break that night because it was assumed that I would be cut early, so Head Wait and my manager nearly flipped out when they realized I was about to cross into the 6 hour-you-must-have-a-break-to-work-any-longer time limit. On top of that I lost my voice and I still can't hear very well out of my left ear. "I'm almost afraid to get in my car and drive home." I said to my sympathetic manager. After cashing out, I walked away with negative 37 dollars.

But I received no write up and I still have my job. And I'm thankful for that.

I sent a text to my boyfriend about my not so very good night and drove home in silence, trying to clear my thoughts. "GOOSFABA" I thought to myself, quoting Jack Nicholson from Anger Management. At home I tried releasing some stress on the piano, but as it was well past midnight and my motor skills weren't functioning properly, I began to get ready for bed, impatiently looking to my phone every few minutes to see if my boyfriend had written me back. He did. Sort of. But he was preoccupied with some friends I guess. The final slap in the face. I turned on the soundtrack to twilight and begged my body to sleep, hoping that forgoing dinner would help slim me up for my next shift.

I can't wait until I am in a professional career. I am counting down the days.

How

What type of software do you use to create this type of art??

Have I mentioned that Beer commercials are my absolute favorite?

(I couldn't locate the English version. But the actual words aren't even necessary :p)

Always the Bridesmaid...

Before Hooters, I had never been exposed to so much girlishness. I'm sure it's been good for me. I am now pro at stopping nylons snags from becoming full blown tears. I can actually get my hair to hold a curl for hours on end. I'm comfortable openly talking about male society taboo topics such as menstruation, feminine body hair, and other aches and pains that come with being a woman. But what REALLY surprises me are the relationships. EVERYONE talks about marriage. I'm finding out the women I work with are much older or younger than I originally thought. A girl I figured was MAYBE 19 is at least 26 with children. Yep that was a children. While most of our girls are in college and working towards impressive degrees, there is a romantic air about them that one would not find in a predominantly male work force. On average, I've been finding out that a girl has either become engaged or married about once every couple of weeks. Pregnancy conversations are common. And with only a number of Hooters Girls somewhere in the mid 60s low 70s, I think that's a huge percentage. But this is entirely dependent on the types of girls that are working with me during a shift. Some days I'll feel like I'm working in an urban city. Some days, down by the beach. But more and more recently, it's definitely been that small town feel. It's kind of cute actually. But I think I'm gonna wait a while.

Butts

Until I became a Hooters Girl, I had never noticed how many types of BUTTS there are. I just assumed you had one or you didn't. But thanks to those fabulously famous orange shorts, my opinion of the matter has changed entirely. And I'm kinda starting to like mine :o)

Where have all the men gone??

Just for the record, this isn't an excuse to vent about my boyfriend at all. He's amazing and a half. It is a genuine concern for the future of females everywhere. I understand that women aren't perfect, that equal rights happened, and that some women are fem-nazi bitches. But I'm so tired of being teased by on-camera hotties. It's natural for a woman to want a man that makes her feel secure. Yes, I like my men taller than me. I like to know that I can walk down town with him and feel safe from the lecherous, leering men that seem to appear out of the wood work when a female is by herself. Who are all these boys, wearing pants tighter than mine, emitting cologne into the atmosphere at unsafe levels, and spending twice as long as me in the bathroom getting ready? And Hollywood, you're making things worse. You feed cute pretty boys to the PG crowd through Disney, creating even more pretty boy lemmings, and then by the time these boys are old enough for the decent PG13 and R movies, it's too late. They're already on their way to Portland and art school. Not that I have a problem with that.

This is for you Ironman, Wolverine, and Marcus Wright from Terminator SALVATION. Nobody likes a tease.