Leftovers For a Week
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Could there be anymore food?
“I hate to say it, but I’m full.”
Ann fakes surprise, “You’d better be, after all that.”
“I think he ate for three.”
“At least.”
“Yet we’re still going to have leftovers.”
“That’s a good thing. Leftovers are the best part of Thanksgiving.”
“I’m good with Turkey for one day, I don’t think I could handle it as dinner all weekend. That’s on you guys.”
“Gladly. Just make sure there is some stuffing and potatoes for me to eat with it.”
“We’ll take care of removing the leftovers this weekend. It’ll be a clean start by Monday.”
“I think us girls can take care of the pies.” Tabitha says, with a wink to Ann and Sara.
“Dibs on the chocolate crème.”
“I’m partial to the mincemeat tarts myself.”
“You’re not going to share any of the dessert?” Billy pouts.
“Maybe a little.”
“That cheesecake looks scrumptious.”
“We can share some, we’ve got way too many desserts anyway.”
“Should we do one of those round robin “What I’m thankful for” things?”
“No.”
“Lame.”
“Pass.”
“Fine, but I’m going back to the monthly ‘Tell me about December’ post for the blog. Think about it.”
“Can we reuse last years?”
“No.”
“Billy groans.”
“Maybe I’ll think of a slightly different question this year. Hey..where’s Frank?”
Everyone looks around and notices Frank has left the table and is asleep on the couch.
“We’ve got our first Tryptophan casualty!”
“Who had Frank in the pool?”
“That’d be me.”
Everyone hands Scott five dollars.
Tags: Bet, cheesecake, dessert, food, leftovers, Thanksgiving
Fortunate
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Fortunate
“What’s that smell?” Ann asks, walking in.
“Dinner!”
“You cooked?”
“No, Scott took care of dinner this time.”
“Ahh, so it’s take out.”
“I could cook if I wanted to, but those Chinese dudes down the block do it so much better.”
“Break out the fortune cookies!”
“This is a new place actually, they just opened. How could they know our fortunes already?”
“Magical cookie voodoo, here they are.”
“Woah. Are those half chocolate?”
“They are!”
“Marble fortune cookies, this I can get on board with!”
Sara bites into a fortune cookie, and pulls out her fortune.
“I like the chocolate! Delicious.”
“Billy yanks the fortune out of her hand: You are filled up with a sense of urgency. Be patient or you may end up confused.”
Sara frowns. “What’s that mean?”
“It was right! You are confused!”
“It means you are rushing around so much that you’ve forgotten why you’re rushing around.”
“Profound!”
Scott opens his and reads it aloud. “No one ever drowned in his own sweat. What? What kind of fortune is this? I think they’re defective.”
“Open your mind. It’s suggesting that that you shouldn’t be afraid to get a little dirty, do a little work.”
“Who said I’m afraid dirty? Not me!”
“Relax Scott, I don’t think the Cookies are meant as a personal insult.”
“Passive aggressive fortune cookies? Now there’s an idea.”
“As long as they’re chocolate.”
“Amen.”
Dinner Delicious
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: 6th Floor Blog Chows Down
“I apologize Frank. This meal is very yummy.”
“Told you I could do it.”
“Sorry I doubted you.”
“Me too…I’m sorry I ordered that chinese food now.” Billy says, as the buzzer buzzes.
“Love that vote of confidence. I’ll get it.” Frank gets up to retrieve Billy’s food.
“I can’t believe you ordered food Billy! That was mean.”
“Actually, I asked Mike to ring the buzzer for me.”
“That’s just funny!”
“It is pretty funny.”
Mike: “Well I thought it was funny. I offered him an old fortune cookie when he got downstairs.” Mike said as he and Frank return.
“Now Mike’s sharing a portion of the food, I hope you’re happy.”
“No no, eat up. You made plenty.”
Mike: “What are we having?”
“It’s some sort of Cheesy Ricey Vegetably casserole.”
“Vegetably?”
“Well, if something can be fruity, why not vegetably?”
“Well..because..umm..well..I guess..okay fine. Vegetably it is. Whatever it is, it’s tasty!”
Dinner or Charbroiled Disaster?
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Tabitha, Frank, Billy.
Subject: 6th Floor Blog Eats Dinner
It’s about 6:30pm when Billy walks in the door.
“Woah, what’s that smell? What’s for dinner?”
“Frank’s cooking.”
“So toast?”
“Haha..no, it’s a surprise.”
“Vegetarian?”
“I said it’s a surprise!”
“But if I’m not going to be able to eat it I should know so I can make alternate plans.”
Tabitha hops off her stool and walks over to the stove to peek.
“Hey! Get out of here! Enforcer! Enforcer! Take care of her!”
“Sorry Tabitha.” Ann says, tackling Tabitha and pushing her into the living room.
“Dinner AND a show?” Billy says, watching Ann and Tabitha, “I’m sold.”
“You’ll just have to trust I remembered you’re a vegetarian Tabitha. Relax.”
“Fine.”
“I hope this turns out better than whatever you made yourself for dinner on Monday…”
“What kind of food did he make for dinner Monday?”
“I’m not sure it was classified as food. More like…rock.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of ‘learning from your mistakes’? I was multi-tasking and forgot to set the timer on Monday. Not a big deal. I’m paying attention now. It’ll be tasty, I promise.”
“Trust me, I’m holding you to that.”
Tags: 6th Floor, Cooking, Dinner, multitasking
Leftovers
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha
Subject: 6th Floor Sins: Gluttony
“Okay, help me find room in the fridge. Billy…Billy? Hey…where’d the guys go?”
“They went to Catalina’s for a drink. They claim they need to unwind from the trip to Jersey.” Tabitha says, putting down a huge tray of food and hanging up her coat.
“Figures. Well, help me find room for all this food. Sue really packed us the Billy sized doggie bag.”
“There was enough to feed an army!”
“And we took home enough to feed at least a small platoon.”
“I’m sure it’ll go faster than we think. Especially if we don’t feel Billy otherwise.”
“We’re going to have to toss stuff to make room in this fridge. Think I can take out some of these beers?”
“Probably. We don’t really need to have…what is that, 30?! Beers cold at one time.”
“Beer’s meant to be drank warmer than that anyway. Nix some of it.”
“Don’t think Frank will be annoyed if we remove it?”
“He could’ve helped, instead he bolted for the bar.”
“Wow, is this a whole tray of Baked Ziti?”
“Probably goes with this entire cheesecake…sans one slice.”
“And I believe that one slice was mine..Did Sue really just pack up all her leftovers and hand them to us?”
“Certainly looks that way. I have a whole plate of deviled eggs here.”
“Those don’t last long. Better put them here.” Tabitha gestures towards the counter.
“I agree.” Ann says, popping an egg into her mouth.
“Oh, a large plateful of mashed potatoes. Craziness.”
“Didn’t Sue say she was going on vacation tomorrow actually?”
“Right! She’s going to St. Louis with her husband. I guess that’s why she gave us all the leftovers.”
“Did you notice everyone on the train eying us? I think we made the whole train smell like food.”
“Probably.”
Meet Metrocard Millie
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Metrocard Millie
“Ugh! Gimme a quad espresso Scott.” Sara says at the register as she enters Starbucks.
“Sure Sara. Ann and Billy are over there.” Scott gestures to the corner. “I’ll bring it over for you.”
“Hey Sara! Didn’t think you were coming. What’s up?”
“Oh, you know. The usual; the MTA sucks.”
“Except the drivers.”
“You at least..”
“Bitching about the stupid celebrity announcements again?”
“Al Roker needs to shut the hell up.”
“Nah, just annoyed that my card didn’t seem to read right this morning, and then it only had 15 cents left on it. What am I supposed to do with 15 cents?”
“Give it Millie.” Scott says, as he brings over Sara’s espresso.
“Er..who is Millie?”
“You haven’t named your nipples again have you Scott? Because I’m not sure how I’d give your nipple a metrocard.”
“No. Millie’s a homeless person that comes in here occasionally. She walks around to all the subway stations and takes the discarded Metrocards hoping to find those nickels and dimes left on them. Then she takes a big pile of ‘em somewhere and gets them converted into cash.”
“Wow, they let her do that? I’d think they laugh at her.”
“I think she must be friendly with someone somewhere, or maybe they take pity on her. I don’t know. But she usually comes in here when she has a good day and gets a hot chocolate.”
“Well good for her. Reclaiming the probably millions of dollars the MTA saves by people discarding these.” Sara says, waving her 15cent metrocard at Scott.
“I asked her what the best stations were, but she wouldn’t tell me. Trade secret I guess.”
“Probably the PATH train stations. Especially
“Yeah. PATH fare is 25cents cheaper. Anytime anyone has to hop over to
“I still have an odd-dollar amount from when we went to the Devils game in
“Well back to work guys. We should go get a beer or something tonight. I haven’t had one all week.”
“I had one already today.”
“Billy..it’s like 10am!”
“And I had one when I got home from work last night at 1am. So there.”
Billy sticks out his tongue at Ann.
“But I could always use another!”