A Labor Day Story (Maybe there will be more of these over the weekend)

1999. My roommate and I had no plans. Our plans consisted of playing Tiger Woods golf on the Playstation until we got bored, then going to the bar half a block away, the bar we went to when we didn't feel like going out and drinking. Two girls, who were starting in the training program at work we were celebrating our one year anniversary in, also didn't have plans and ended up wanting to go to dinner with us. So we are to go to this restaurant in Hoboken for a quick dinner with them, with plans afterwards to again return to our apartment get in a quick 36-72 holes of golf and then consume enough Yuengling to make the whole night not seem so pathetic. So we show up at dinner and one of the girls brings her roommate. We get seated at the table right underneath an AC vent. It should be noted at this time, that this girl's roommate, had potentially what was the greatest natural display of what occurs in female anatomy between the belly button and the clavicle. Not that I would ever rate such things, because that would be sexist and childlike, but if some silly frat boy, that I would not approve of in any way, were to score, it would have been:

Shape: 10
Absolute Size 9.5
Relative Size in proportion to everything else: 10

When you add the perfect storm that was arising her chestal situation combined with a tight blue tank top and the airconditioninig vent, resulted in looking like underneath her shirt, she was smuggling two pushpins. I am talking about if there were parakeets in the restaurant two of them would have had a place to perch. So the rest of the meal my roommate and I could not make eyecontact with each other. The fact that this is potentially the most memorable post-college Labor Day story I have reminds me once again why I hate this holiday. Not only does it mark the end of summer, but it just stands as another weekend to sit around before Football starts.