The Importance of Hooters in My Life

My hair knew I was gay, I didn't. But after the ball, I couldn't wait to get out of my white wedding gown and go to my other favorite restaurant, Hooters. My dad usually was the one that suggested we go there. Even my mom liked eating at Hooters because you could buy a wheelbarrow of wings for $4. However, she wasn't always willing to admit that she liked Hooters.