FIELD NOTE 3.45 - Nights like this.

I think nights like this are going to be what I miss most about Nantes when I am gone. Meeting at Fées for beers and conversation while outside the rain hits the cobblestones. I don't remember everything that was said and I drank one too many beers, paid for one too many beers. What I do remember is that Ge told me I have a room at her apartment any time I want it and that she knows she doesn't have to tell me this, that I should know it - this makes me want to cry.