When it would be 9pm on a Saturday night, the moose was slowing down and Rob would be ready to go home and go to bed, I'd always want Rikki to decide to stay. She always made my work, no longer work, and just time spent with a funny loving woman. She would smoke all my menthols, because she craved those after a few drinks. The few nights it was just miss Rikki keeping me company, and the bar was empty. She stuck around and we would talk about life, our marriages, our plans to go to Vegas without the guys... the funny thing is, I just got taxes and was going to ask if she finally wanted to pull that off this year. Will miss Rikki, and she will always hold a huge spot in my heart.