Happy Birthday To Me

I am not proud to say that my latest excursion led me to a place that I despise in the States. Said to have the best wings in the city, however, and the fact that I have been wanting some decent American food for a while now, was the impetus for my decision. It was Saturday night, we had just gotten out of work, and Matt, Dave, and I wanted to get some food, and maybe a drink or two. We all had to be back to work the next morning at 4:00 so it wasn't going to be a late night. We got directions to this noodle restaurant that is said to be very good, and we got in a cab and headed on our way. Little did we now that the address the receptionist at the desk wrote down was not the correct restaurant. So we got out of the cab anyway, walked down a very shady area, saw some things I would rather not discuss, (this guy was cutting chicken)



was solicited for you know what by more than a few young ladies, and then decided to get into another cab and off to a neighborhood called Sunlitun. This is where all of the Westerners hang out. It's just a neighborhood, near the American embassy, that is full of restaurants like Outback that cater to homesick Americans. And that's what we were! So we walked around for a little while, after buying a Corona from a street vendor, and took in the sights as we drank our warm, skunky, beer. Finally we saw Hooters, and it seems like he sky had opened up, and the Angels of heaven began singing their enchanting tune, and almost beckoned us to enter. So we took the bait.




Upon arrival, it was nothing different than any other Hooters I have been to in the States; cold beer, chicken wings, a lot dudes sitting at the bar, and a lot of girls prancing around in the patented tight, orange shorts, and white tanks. The only difference is, I had never seen a Chinese girls working at Hooters, and everyone working there was from China. We were greeted at our table by Cookie, a college student, born in Beijing, who was very cute, was an Aquarius, liked to read Nicholas Sparks, enjoyed long walks on the beach, liked to eat dog, and was very prompt in her service. We ate dinner and were enjoying an after dinner drink, when I noticed that every waitress in the place was coming toward our table. As they all gathered around, they made an announcement; "Ladies and Gentlemen, we would like to announce that it is this man's birthday!!!!! (pointing at me). And then they all broke out in song....



I looked over at my buddies and they were busting out laughing. It turns out, while Dave told us he was going to the bathroom, he actually went to tell out waitress that it was my birthday, and that I wanted nothing more than for them to sing to me. So, after about five minutes of pure embarrassment, and three songs later, the group had dispersed.

just an FYI..... my birthday is in December.