Busy Week For Everyone
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Leading up to New Years
“Busy Busy Busy!” Ann says, flinging bags onto the table.
“You’re telling me! George has me working extra hours lately. Sucks!” Scott says, as he puts on his coat.
“At least the money’s good right?”
“What good’s money if I’m always at work?” Scott grumbles, walking out the door.
“Speaking of work…Ann..you have to be like the worst blogger ever.”
“Come on! The worst? I can’t be that bad.”
“It’s been what, two weeks?”
“I know I know…not like I’m the New York Times with people waiting on me every day though.”
“New York Times? Bah! All the news in there is hours old. Truth be told, blogs are the news source of the future.”
“Especially among people our age. I definitely know more people that flip open their laptops first thing in the morning than people that go get the morning paper. Even if the first group is going to nytimes.com, it’s not the same.”
“I read the Onion more often then I read a regular newspaper.”
“And watch the Daily Show or Colbert Report more than the regular news.”
“Okay, okay. I get it, digital age, new media, blah blah blah..It’s not like it’s a news blog. It’s just fun entertainment. It’s been almost two years and I don’t even think I’ve nailed down a firm identity. Except that I blog about beer too much.”
“That’s because we drink beer too much.”
“Come on now, too much beer? Never.”
“At least we’re not all becoming beer snobs like Sara.”
“I read one book about beer and start appreciating it a little more and I’m a snob?”
“Aww, there isn’t anything wrong with being a little snobbish, look at all those stuck up wine sommeliers.”
“It’s not bad to appreciate quality, but I think those sommeliers, and the people that swear by them, take it a little too far. It’s nice to actually enjoy a bottle of wine, or dinner, without it being ‘perfect’.”
“The ones that write reviews like ‘The bread was a tad too crispy, and the meat slightly below the appropriate temperature.’ are useless to me. That’s why I’m always skeptical about ‘professional’ critics. They’re eating the food for a different reason than the average person, so why should I care what they think?”
“Kind of on the ‘too much of a good thing’ slant?”
“I never want to get to the point where I can’t enjoy a McDonalds hamburger occasionally. I don’t want to only eat fancy froo-froo food.”
“Or become one of those people that claims they can only get good food in France, and say they’re bilingual even though they’d be lost in Paris outside of a restaurant?”
“I don’t know if they’d be lost. As long as they navigated based on the restaurants. Besides, I doubt they’re going anywhere else.”
“I don’t picture those food snobs with their fois gras and $100 bottles of wine trekking up the stairs of the statue of liberty, that’s for sure.”
“Not that there is anything wrong with that type of food. The French do make some excellent dishes.”
“Of course, but so do other places. Even here. I’m as unpatriotic as the next guy, but it always bothers me when people act like America, and specifically New York, doesn’t have a derth of quality food and drink.”
“That’s a very, very valid point. It’ll have to be a topic for another time though.”
“What, you bored of talking to us?”
“No, but I have to go pick up my sister from the train, she’s staying with us remember? Through New Years?”
“Oh, right. It’s going to be a busy could of days.”
“It certainly is. But 2009! that’s M M I X! It’s exciting!”
“’tis just a number. New Yankee Stadium opens though.”
“Citi Field!” Sara shouts, exiting.