The Mah-Boo-High Lounge

It all started 5 years ago when they moved into the building at alphabet-soup street. It was sparse, clean and their new nest. It was empty, and yet…full of promise.
They had NOTHING, yet as time passed so did acquisitions.
Soon, people started to take note of their proximity to that landing strip. It was a nice space but a tad small. They celebrated their first Christmas by building a balsa model single-prop plane together.
Hmmm…sounds nice so far.
SUDDENLY, a new space opened up just down the hall.
Ah, an easy move—just roll everything down the hall, which was not much. And so they found their “new” crib. Bigger, better located, and more spacious.
Then things really started happening. First there was one then two then three, then ad infinitum of behind resters. Some even exploded upon impact. There were too many parties to remember: food, garden lounge, beer, wine, lumpia, oil explosions, and music. But the most honoring events were when the guests realized they were welcome to stay over whether it was for a night or two or even a week.
Beyond the small space, a train escorted their guests to the city above (sometimes with or without a tour guide), the campus below, and the cake shop between.
In one case, the Bay Area fog phenomenon almost brought on cannibalistic behavior.
The place is not just a “3-S” stop, it is now a museum. They feel honored (and always will be) to have guests include them in their travels.