*grin* I may make it back over there yet.
Okay, one quick snippet from Atlantic City...

We went out to dinner at Cuba Libre and managed to get a table on the second floor, back in an obscure corner. our table was against a railing overlooking the bar and some of the tables below.

We were discussing the surreal patrons around us- everything from what looked like a parody of the "Sex And The City" cast to a couple loaded with bling, the woman taking photos of her shoes repeatedly throughout the meal- when he about choked. "Good god, you just missed an amazing rack." He pointed out a blonde on the other side of the open area, on our floor, who was walking away.

She turned out to work there- we saw her walk back and forth multiple times. Across about fifty feet of space I could see enough that I didn't really care to get much closer. Hair the color of the inside of a banana peel, obviously the result of gallons of peroxide judging from the shade, Naugahyde skin the color of the seat of a Cadillac, boobs that stuck straight out in front of her like the prow of some ocean-going ship, all wrapped up in polyester so tight that were it nicked with a pin I think it would have been like pricking a water balloon- it would have whipped off of her instantly into a bundle the size of a grape.

By the end of the meal we had christened her as "The Rack".
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 22 Apr 2009, 17:09, Reply)