Back during the summer of '02 I was in the midst of my nineteenth year and had just completed my freshman year of college. In a more gregarious mood one evening, my friend Andy and I decided to wend our way to the fair city of Boulder, Colorado. This was the city I had found myself in residence during the school year, and so wished to return, for that youthful and social scene I so had missed.
Something had escaped my and Andy's considerations, which we soon realised upon arrival to our destination. This fact bore great importance upon our intended ambitions and severely limited our abilities in the city we were so excited to visit. What I speak of, was our handicap of age. Although Boulder was youthful, it seemed it was not as young as were we. Neither of us having achieved our glorious twenty-first year after birth, society apparently felt we were too young to consume liquor and therefore too young to enter facilities that served it. Well every place we thought to go seemed to be full of spirits. We finally did stumble upon a place willing to serve the likes of us along Pearl Street, Boulder's ever popular pedestrian mall, that place being Old Chicago.
Old Chicago did seem to be the best place for us to go that night. We were shown to a booth with a large window where we promptly sat down. Our window's view itself was a pleasant one. It overlooked a cross street that was off of Pearl and was comparatively deserted by pedestrians. At the bottom of the window was a large banner of paint blocking any view of most things below it.
As we waited to order our food, I noticed three people of about our age ambulate past us outside of the window. This little trio consisted of two females, one black and the other white, and a white male. What they passed my view I gazed back down at the menu and that is when it happened... As I was blankly staring at the selections, those same three people came back to our specific window and without warning, the black girl flashed us. Andy being the only one of the two of us aware of what was occurring, was dumbfounded and so lost any verbal means to communicate the great fortune being bestowed upon us.
Finally he was able to rap the table with his fist, until I looked up at him and he hastily pointed toward the window. Even as I shifted my glance, it was too late and they had left. At long last Andy produced his voice, mustering in a jagged high-pitch "Jason, ah my God!" He then proceeded to tell me what I have written already, but that he was unable to fully appreciate her beautiful ebony breasts because of the previously spoken of painted banner on the window's base. This apparently cut off his view at the top of her cleavage leaving Andy as wanting and upset about his missed opportunity as I was.
I cried out in inexhaustible 'whys', trying to compose my curiosity and sorrow. Then they returned laughing and the male of the group proffered us his bare chest, which was a very poor substitute indeed. Alas, after eating and much discussion over the matter, we left Boulder disheartened and ever hopeful that someday in future, when we expect it least, our chance will come again.