the spot where i sit and
and type some more.
to the red booths where we've been eating lunch
and the oddly shaped green table we've been avoiding.
to the shuffle board table i never used
the four kegs
the strange mingling of two, sometimes three, songs
one from downstairs
one right above my head.
the free popcorn
and ice cream
the paid-for cell phone plan
and the mouse traps under the fridge.
and all of those things. each one. i will miss.
but not as much as the people.
the ones who have made the last seven weeks tolerable.
(and the last year a hell of a lot of fun.)
damn, i'm going to miss them.