The sucky thing is we walked out to the Hooters jet for some close-ups, maybe a shot of someone straddling the intake, but before we had a chance a ramper from Million Air came running out and told us to bugger off. Something about rich people not wanting cameras around them... whateva.
Hooters girls = negative. Their food isn't even that great so why go there I do not know.
Bring on the ski bunnies!