The color reminds me of the time I went to Six Flags in Jackson, NY during a Phyics trip for AP Physics. Yes, in high school, there was a Physics day where all levels of the Physics classes goes to Six Flags, but we were forced to actually do some work. It wasn't too bad. We just have to calculate velocities, g-forces, projectiles, and all that jazz. But it was cool in a ghetto way because we have to carry an accelorometers or whatever it was called. It was a half centimenter diameter transparent tube with a spring and a plumb attached at the end on the inside. On the outside were markings to show what the acceleration was. If you're standing still, the plumb was on the zero line. So my group of friends went on nitro and amazig the line wasn't that bad because our trip was on a school day and nobody was at the park in the middle of May. Being the person I was, I wanted to get this shit over with ASAP so I held my accelorometer in my sweater and rode the motherfucker like a boss. I looked so chill and had so much fun that I gripped the flimsy accelorometer and it creased, thus not letting the plumb to descend beyond a certain point. It didn't matter because the g-forces on all the roller coasters never exceeded that point so I was like whatever. At the end of the ride, the roller coaster car had to wait in a queue because the next car was still unloading and loading new passengers. I was bored so I looked around and I saw a beehive. It was far enough for me to admire its geometric structure and not fear for my life. I got off nitro and all my friends agreed to get food because we didn't eat and normally in high school, we ate lunch at 10:30 AM. We went to some branch of food service--I don't recall the franchise but it was just another burger joint. It probably was only found in New Jersey and not New York. Seeing how greasy and unkempt it looked, it made me feel a bit prouder that New York doesn't have sketchy food places like New Jersey. We got food. I went to the public bathroom and took a piss. At the facets, someone left their watch and I was the only one there. Being the klepto I was back then, I pocketed the watch and went on my merry way. When I went outside, I saw my friend vomit because she usually had a weak constitution and I rationalized that the Jersey food got to her. Right next to my friend was a woman with that same exact color hair and she wore a sleeveless hoodie that, at an angle, you can see sideboob. I said sideboob to myself quietly and giggled.
That color reminds me of sideboob.