circle in the square

I love this place. downtown marietta. it's amazing, and I'm going to miss it. the people here are awesome. I've never felt so welcome by complete strangers. and I say it's downtown marietta, but it's really the coffee shop, and the square behind it. inside and out, it's one my favorite places on earth. that I've come across so far. I don't want to leave. but before long I'll have too. I do hope to come back tho.

today I woke up late, again. it's a habit now. get to get rid of it. I showered, and decided to come back here. I was hoping to find the circle. that's what I've taken to calling it. the circle in the square. I love it. it's the circle of people that makes this place what it is. it's specifically the group at the far left table, in the square out back. justin, brian, tom, megan, nicole, stephen, patrick, and so many others. too many to count. I can't remember their name. they make up the circle tho. and that's what I came looking for today.

I hadn't been here 20 minutes when justin walked in. I was inside, but he forgave me. see, the circle doesn't come inside. they might walk thru for coffee, but they're separate from the inside ppl. justin said it was ok that I was inside tho, cause I'm not from around here. I'll learn. ;)

I head outside with him, grabbing coffee on the way out. the wind is a bit chilly and I want something to warm me up a bit. they've got a chess board and brian and some dude who's name I never learned are finishing up a game. justin and tom are next. apparently this is a tradition that's lasted all year at least, countless games between tom and justin. and I must say, it was a pretty exciting game. but in the end, tom took it down. not that y'all care. but I do.

at some point during the game, I meet megan. she's pretty cool, she hears my name, and that I'm from texas and asks me if I'm the film dude. apparently I'm famous. already. I feel all warm and fuzzy. :P
yeah, I'm the film dude. Andy the movie maker. hah! if she had seen the clips I've filmed she prolly wouldn't call me that.

as the evening progresses the circle shrinks. it's down to 4. then justin leaves, and then brian and man who's name escapes me head out. I feel guilty but I head inside to write this up. the wind is a bit too cold, the chairs too hard, to be out there without company. but I'm not too guilty, cause I know that no matter how many times I do this, the circle won't hold it against me.