I like Hooters because it seems to prove my theory that the 80's are always in style: Baby likes Hooters because, hello, HOOTERS

She's a big fan of the Hooters.

There we were, Husband, Baby, Me, sitting next to the two guys who immediately felt like they had to stop talking about the hot chicks they were totally macking (do people still say macking?) on the night before and instead whisper a lot about people they knew who had babies (they didn't know any, except this one girl).

We did the whole, out and about for a quick dinner thing and then talked a lot about how funny it is that people seem to find comfort in the 80's, the big scrunchie socks and teeny tiny volleyball shorts, and the girsl with lots of makeup. It's almost like, time travel. If Marty McFly had walked into Hooters he would have thought Doc's stupid time machine was totally broken.

And then you walk outside. And it's the perfect San Diego sunset. Many (many) people were literally stopped in their tracks on Ocean Front Walk, staring at the perfectly round sun, setting on the perfectly blue ocean. You couldn't ask for anything more (except, according to Husband you could ask for clouds, which somehow makes the sunset that much better).

And we couldn't help but take a moment.

Because you have to take a moment.

And now back to "Britney Spears is totally f'ed up so let's do a E True Hollywood Story about how f'ed she totally is now."

Yeah, yeah, I watch trash television.

That's just another cool night in San Diego.