The lounge is becoming a relaxing space and it held its first visitors like a 60 denier light tan stocking yesterday. Some didn't get any stocking but dreamed about it as Carrie Etter slept on the old couch during her lunch.
"Everything should happen in the lounge," said Stephen Daniels.
"It's like a ski trip in there," I expressed.
|Stephen was dreaming of being in the lounge and tries out some of its treasures.|
|"If only," sighed Sam. "I could just play some Leo Sayer and sip a Babycham" (citation needed)|
Ebay frantic hostess me found the perfect heater of lounge dreams and ski trips.
|We can't have our great poets cold. It's cold enough out there ...|
not all poetry is like a ski trip.