Hooters, again.
I've gone to Hooters twice in the past week. I am completely against everything they stand for and I think their food is horrible. Earlier this week I went with a friend of mine and a few of his friends, I didn't really know anyone and I had a blast. In contrast, tonight was my roommate Alan's birthday and I, once again, was dragged to sleasywings. This time I went with my friends and I felt completely alone and hardly enjoyed myself. I don't know if it's a complex I've gotten or if that feeling really is gone. Thank god for the few friends I do have; both digital and analog friends.