In Mark's and my relationship sometimes the stereotypical roles each of us is suppose to play is backwards. For instance, when we first started dating I was way more into sports then Mark, begging him to watch games with me. Another role in which I play the guy, and one that most find more surprising, is my love for
Hooters and their wings. Mark had never been before we started dating until I finally convinced him to go with me. I will say though, that I consider myself luck to be with a guy who doesn't check out other women right in front of me, commenting on their looks.
Back to their wings. I fell in love with them when I was in middle school or high school when my cousins' grandmother took us there because we wanted to go. I know what you are thinking, Clara is pretty kick ass and its more than true. Hippest grandma around, hands down. And after the first time Mark and I went he was hooked too.
Unfortunately, the only open Hooters in the Cities anymore is in the Mall of America.... Which Mark and I don't frequent very often. However, one afternoon in April (4.25.12) we found ourselves in the vicinity. You see, Mark is an Actuarial Analyst working his way to ASA and he had a test in Woodbury that day. It was a double score because not only was his test FINALLY over, it was a Wednesday.... Or should I sat Wingsday. That's right, all you can eat wings at Hooters.