I was working the North 40 this afternoon and, being north, I went looking for . . . Tight Ends.
Yes, I'm as embarrassed as you are to make as your destination a Hooters or a Twin Peaks or a Tight Ends or a . . . ohmygod, wait for it . . . Tailgaters. But after parking some distance away I made my way in.
Guy's Nights Out are interesting. I've been to a few. You don't go to hear The Ticket, because you can't. They have speakers set up, but they might as well pantomime the show for as much communication as takes place by the hosts on the air and the (mostly) guys who have gone to hang out.
|Corby and Mike share a giggle at this afternoon's early hours of GNO, with an admirer attracting the attention of my camera's autofocus, although I thought I'd locked the focus on the lads before snapping.|
Tight Ends was interesting. I am told it was formerly a Quaker Steak & Lube. I saw a few people who were fully clothed that I thought might be members of management including one real stunner that had about her the mystery of the Levant. For the most part, however, the most identifiable employees were fetching young women who were, as they used to say in the middle part of the last century, "scantily clad." I kind of felt sorry for them. Yeah, I know, no one sold them into slavery and made them wear these ass-revealing outfits. On the other hand, I found myself wondering who they were. Students? Single mothers struggling to get by? Or just attractive young women who can make more money doing this than doing something featuring, oh, say, a future? I don't mean insult -- this is hard work and they put up with a ton of BS from men drunk and sober and even act interested in their misdirected charm. But it could hardly be more exploitative.
But I must say -- they were all pretty damned adorable. And it cannot be denied that there were some absolutely phenomenal asses on the payroll there.