The IHOP at the end of the universe

Here's to IHOP at 2.00 a.m., oddly built in a barn-shaped building, violating even the current smoking health code, with an actually cute waitress, and the best hashbrowns I've ever had that weren't made by my dad. Here's to roommates who don't care that I went all Hulk and smashed the coffee-table glass with my fist for no real reason (well, the Spurs were losing) and who had nothing better to do late at night than keep me company and watch me eat pancakes. Here's to a new wardrobe. Here's to Bob Seger. Here's to summer.