Folks, I live in a college town, and every week I spend a few nights playing darts. A couple weeks ago I had a night a lot like Collete was talking about. Every doggone woman walking in the door, for about 2 hours, had huge bosoms. It was like some plastic surgery convention was in town. In they'd come, by 2's and 3's, and while they were getting their ID's checked we were falling over because of the monster hooters they sported. To make things even more entertaining the weather was kinda muggy outside, and inside the bar the air-conditioning was going full blast. Bam, instant headlights. My friend who manages the place told me that he was going to make the drink specials from that night the standard for every week on that day, just for the eye candy. Unfortunately, the incident hasn't repeated itself. But it was fun while it lasted.