Were-hotties - Really long posts about nothing.
May. 6th, 2011
08:33 am - Were-hotties
I did not realize I was in Omaha for Cinco de Mayo... I would have known it in Denver, because the city shuts down out there, but it didn't occur to me out there.
But then, I was done working and went to the Comfort Inn, and the parking lot was PACKED! it's off 72nd, so it's not like a normal place to be packed... I figured some convention had hit town... but all the cars coming in had 'hotties' getting out.
I should define 'hotties' here, since that has many meanings. You know how in sitcoms, a young lady will dress up to "go out", and some older person will see them walk by and go "OMG, you're not wearing THAT? are you? You need to put on more clothes!" Well, that's the sort of people that were filling up the hotel. Those, and the occasional carload of frat-ish looking boys. Turns out there is a bar out there that was having a big Cinco de Mayo party. There were so many 'dressed up' young women going in that I stayed out in the parking lot on the phone with my wife for about 10 minutes, doing a gut-check to see if I wanted to negotiate getting through the lobby. I'm not a fan of parties.
Eventually, I got in, got to bed, woke up, and went down for breakfast. While I normally don't have to compete for breakfast there, this was different. 8000 older men. Turns out that while the evening was stocked with young partiers, there was ALSO some sort of railroad/railway convention, which is decidedly an older man's thing. It was a pretty surreal shift, and I was relating the awe to my wife, who suggested that they were were-hotties, frumpy old men by day, hotties by night.