The American Dream
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: The American Dream
We’re out at Catalina’s, as usual, discussing life in general, and drinking whatever we can get our hands on.
“So what are we doing for the Fourth? Or even the night before?”
“The night before? The Fourth of July isn’t really a night before type of holiday. The night before is the third of July.”
“Yes, but since it’s the middle of the week, a lot of people only have off Wednesday, which makes Tuesday night a holiday.”
“You’re talking booze. Well, do any of us have to work on the fourth? I don’t, but it’s only because of luck. The subway is still open.”
“I’m off.”
“As am I.”
“I guess I could take a sick day.”
“I’m sure your boss will be all torn up.”
“Well he approves of drinking, so it’s all good.”
“Sounds like we’re all good. What did you have in mind Scott?”
“I guess we could just come here.”
“There’s a new idea. Are there any outdoor parties that we know of? Barbecues?”
“I know of nothing.”
“All the more reason to come here and celebrate.”
“Do we do anything but drink?”
“Yeah, just the other day. Didn’t we play Pictionary?”
“Yeah, but we played with drinking rules. We did a shot of Jack every time we won an all play.”
“Oh right. I’d forgotten. I don’t even remember who won.”
“We won!”
“Oh yeah! How could I forget?!” Frank and Scott high-five.
“I don’t know if I’d call it winning. You slept on the floor next to the table for the next 14 hours in a puddle of water.”
“Everyone loves a waterbed though.”
“Back to the third, I don’t think I want to drink here. I am getting real tired of this place.”
Clarence, with a wink in passing: “You sure spend a lot of your free time here for being so sick of it.”
“We could always go watch the fireworks.”
“Nah. But we’re talking about the night before Tab, aren’t you listening?”
“No. Not really. I’ve started tuning you out when you talk about beer. We always either end up here, or drinking at home. Same story.”
“Fine, you find us someone grilling some burgers and dogs Wednesday, and I’ll find us somewhere new and different to drink Tuesday night.”
“Fine, now can we at least talk about something a little more interesting?”
Scott, to Billy. “Hey Billy, find us somewhere new to drink Tuesday, k?”
“Ha, I should’ve seen that coming. I’ve got your back Scott, don’t worry.”
“Didn’t you have a date last night Tabitha? Wasn’t it your third date? How is that going? Sleep with him yet? When do we get to meet this guy?”
“Date? What date? I don’t date!”
“Sure, that’s why you were running around frantically trying to find those silver hoop earrings?”
“You know I always like to know where my stuff is!”
“Sure, I know. Except that after you tried them on, you tried on six other pairs of earrings before putting them back on and leaving the apartment.”
“Oh fine. Yes, I had a date. It was nice, we went to this wonderful bistro downtown. I’m seeing him again soon, and no I’m not planning on bringing him around yet. Oh, and it’s none of your business if I’ve slept with him!”
“That’s a yes.”
“I didn’t say that!”
“Definitely a yes.”
“None of your business!” Tabitha says, blushing.
“Don’t worry, if you have a fourth date I’m sure you were good.”
Clarence: “Tabitha had a hot date? Cute guy? You’ll have to fill me in later. Another round folks?”
“Please!”
Tags: barbeque, catalina's, Clarence, Date, Drinking, fireworks, Holiday, July fourth, Pictionary
Homemade Cookies
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Sara, Tabitha, Frank and Scott.
Subject: Homemade Cookies
“Mmm, something smells good! What are you baking Tabitha?”
“What? I’m not baking, I’m just pouring myself a glass of pomegranate juice.”
“So what’s that delicious smell? Is someone baking?”
“Nope. Oven’s off. It’s my new candle in the living room. It’s called Sugar Cookie.”
“You tease! Why would you buy a candle that smells like cookies? Now I want cookies!”
“You could always make them yourself.” Sara pipes in from the living room.
“I could make my famous slightly-charred chocolate chip cookies that leave that weird aftertaste. No one seems to ever like them though.”
“What? Frank’s baking? I’ll call the fire department.” Scott says as he passes by.
“Last time we couldn’t even give away your cookies.”
“They did make good paper-weights though.”
“I’ll make a deal with you. You go to the store and buy the ingredients, and I’ll bake some cookies.”
“The store? Why don’t you call Billy, he gets off work soon right?”
“Because Billy’s not the one that wants cookies.”
“Do you really think Billy doesn’t want cookies?”
“He does have a point about that. Billy’s going to walk in here, smell the candle, and complain about the same think Frank just did.”
“Quiet over there! Who’s side are you on anyway?”
“I think Sara wants cookies too!”
“So do I!” Calls Scott from his room.
“The candle really does smell so good!”
“Fine! Call Billy if you want.”
Frank dials Billy, and after a moment, hangs up. “No answer. He must be in a tunnel or something.”
“Well, then I guess you’re going to have to actually venture outside today.”
“Alright, but these cookies better be good.” Frank says as he exits.
Tags: 6th Floor, baking, Candle, chocolate chip cookies, fire department, homemade cookies, Manhattan, pomegranate juice, Sugar Cookie