There are a lot of strange people in Boulder; certainly the most peculiar emerge from the woodwork to celebrate Humpday. Here are just a few of the various people you might encounter on a dark and stormy Wednesday:
Our gold standard waitress. Last we heard, Amy was in Africa studying mountain gorillas. O ye happy primates.
Backgammon plays backgammon at Trident with a joie de vivre that is simultaneously frightening and awe-inspiring. If everyone could enjoy life a tenth as well as she, the world would be a happier place.
Biker Guy shows up at BookEnds Cafe on a regular basis, wearing a green nylon jacket, a helmet, a rear-view mirror attached to his glasses, and of course, a bicycle. He must have a pulse in the low 40s, and cholesterol lower than that.
A guy with a coloring book in the middle of BookEnds Cafe. D sat next to him, and the guy glared at us. We think he trying to pick up chicks.
A bald guy typing something on his laptop entitled, "Achieving Full Consciousness." We figure he was struggling with a sleep disorder.
Double-Braided-Beard Guy. We see them occasionally.
Some guy pontificating about Boulder, its customs and venues, and various other topics, to a captive audience of two, who had undoubtedly come to BookEnds Cafe for a quiet cup of joe, but who unfortunately made the mistake of asking directions or something from this self-proclaimed expert. Thankfully, we haven't seen him in a while.
Megan once announced our arrival at Old Chicago on the PA system: "Steve and Dave are here. Steve and Dave have arrived." When she turned 21, Megan got utterly wasted and was never heard from again.
This guy came onto the scene in 2018, bellowing for half an hour at Trident about the art of making money with real estate. Buy low, sell high.
Who can forget her greeting of "Hi Guys" when we entered the coffee shop?
Two co-eds working on a paper, looking befuddled, and guessing the past tense of seek is seeked. We intervened, and saved their semester.
Overheard from co-eds near the Physics building, amid a flurry of large, wet snowflakes: "If you sniff a snowflake, it's like you're getting high."
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