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Bacon

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Sara, Frank, Billy and Scott.

Subject: That Bacon Smell

Sara walks in to the apartment, it’s 8am and her nostrils are instantly assaulted with the smell of bacon.

From Pictures

Oh! This place reeks! What have you guys been doing?!” Sara exclaims.

I’d have thought it’d be fairly obvious.” Frank replies from the kitchen.

We’re cooking bacon!” Billy replies happily.

You guys are seriously up at 8am just to cook some bacon?” Sara asks.

It’s bacon!” Billy replies happily.

Actually, I haven’t been to bed yet. I was running hot last night, all the cards were hitting and I just couldn’t turn the computer off.” Frank says.

What were you doing out at 8am anyway? You don’t work anymore..” Billy asks.

Oooh..is this the walk of shame?” Frank asks, looking Sara over. “Was that what you were wearing yesterday?” Frank turns to Billy. “Do you remember what she had on yesterday?”

I wish it was as exciting as that. I just went to get coffee because I was too lazy to make it.” Sara says, hoisting her coffee cup.

You were too lazy to make coffee, but shuffling out of the apartment, down five floors, and down the street was okay?” Billy asks, incredulous.

I went in a daze. Getting the coffee down, filling the damn pot with water. Cleaning the pot first because I didn’t clean it yesterday..” Sara shudders.

Scott wanders in looking more than half asleep. “I smell bacon. I’ll get up for bacon. Where’s the bacon?”

Wow. Better than an alarm clock for Scott, bacon.” Sara says.

Just about ready Scott. Have a seat.” Frank says.

Just about is good enough.” Scott mumbles. He walks over to the stove, snatches a piece of bacon of the griddle, hisses in pain and drops the bacon onto the counter. Scooping it onto a plate with his other hand, he takes the plate and sits down.

Smooth one.” Sara says.

Scott just grunts.

August 27th, 2009 by 6th Floor Blog in 6th Floor, food, life
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Death of Summer

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, and Scott.

Subject: Is Summer Over?

From Pictures

Why is everyone suddenly panicking and talking about summer being over and last chance to do this or that? It’s only August 21st!” Frank exclaims.

Colleges start, Kids go back to school soon. Labor day is always considered the unofficial end to summer.” Ann says.

Summer is just summer. If you’re not a kid I don’t get what the big deal is. Not like you get more time off. I suppose leaving work and it being light out is preferable for most than January when it’s dark early..” Sara muses.

Everything is about families and kids. You know that. People don’t get any more vacation time, but they’ll often save it for a family trip in the summer when their kids are off. That’s why Disney is crazy..crazier..during the summer.” Tabatha explains.

The weather does start to get a little cooler in September too.” Ann says.

There are always weekends for much of this stuff. It’s not like you can’t drive to the shore or the Hamptons after school on Friday and spend all weekend there. The weather is still warm in early September many times. It’s certainly not cold until well into October most years.” Frank rants.

I don’t think anyone has ever been irreparably harmed by missing a week of school to go to Disney or somewhere else in October. Especially grade school. Are people that boring that they all have to take the same vacations during the same time of year and have the same experiences?” Billy asks.

Yeah. Pretty much.” Ann replies.

People might say the same about your desire to drink heavily every weekend.” Tabitha says.

Weekend? When has it being Wednesday stopped us?” Frank asks.

Besides, we don’t drink and avoid doing other things. We’re all open to new ideas. I agree with Frank though, people treat this time of year like it’s the death of fun until next June.” Scott says.

Me and Frank had a blast with our spontaneous trip down to Atlantic City last weekend. It’s not like it’s impossible to have fun.” Sara says.

If you’ve got a kid or two, maybe a dog, these things become harder. Can I get a sitter? Do I take the kids with me? Will little Johnny next door walk Rover for me? Does anyone have a basketball game that we’d miss or piano lessons?” Tabitha says.

So you shouldn’t try to have some fun just because it might be a little harder?” Frank asks.

No, you can have fun whenever you want. It just tends to be more planned when you have more to worry about. It’s a sacrifice, but many parents find plenty of enjoyment with their kids or less spontaneous ways to have fun.” Tabitha explains.

That’s why I’m not sure I even want kids. Loosey Goosey.” Sara says.

I think we should have a summer’s not over party.” Scott muses.

Excellent idea. We’ll pick up a case of Sam Adams Summer Ale, make frozen drinks with little umbrellas…” Frank says.

From Pictures

Any excuse for a party right?” Tabitha asks.

Knowing their luck, it’ll drop to 50 degrees when they decide to have it and everyone will be cold.” Sara says.

That just means more cuddling to keep warm.” Scott says, moving close to Sara.

Sara rolls her eyes and walks away.

August 25th, 2009 by 6th Floor Blog in 6th Floor, Beer, Drinking, weather
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Return from Atlantic City

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank and Scott.

Subject: Black 20

It’s Saturday evening and Ann, Tabitha and Scott are hanging out in the kitchen when the door opens and Sara and Frank stroll in, looking completely exhausted.

Aww, you’re not the pizza guy!” Scott grumbles.

Back from Atlantic City? I thought you guys weren’t staying.” Ann says.

We changed our minds. It was a crazy night.” Frank explains.

Maybe we should’ve come back last night.” Sara muses.

Maybe, but then we wouldn’t have a story to tell.”

Gaffigan was funny. That would’ve been enough wouldn’t it have been?”

Come on! You’ve never seen a roulette dealer put the marker down on the wrong number before. New experiences are always good.”

From Pictures

He put it on the wrong number? Did you catch it in time? Did you have to wait for them to go to the video?” Scott asks.

She’d cleared all the chips and started paying out on the wrong number. The pit boss just kinda took our word for it about where we had chips.”

Wow. So you played roulette…did you win?” Ann asks.

I only..” Sara is cut off by the knock at the door. This time it’s the pizza guy Scott was expecting. Scott pays him and brings the pizza to the table. “I only lost $10 playing roulette, and I played a while. I did win $40 playing video poker though. That almost paid for my half of the hotel.”

From Pictures

What’d you play Frank? Or do I even need to ask?”

I did hang out with Sara at the roulette wheel for a while, but I didn’t do that well. Afterwards I went to play poker, where I did much better.”

I did get to bed at a semi-reasonable 3am. I don’t think Frank showed up until 5.”

I was having a good run, and I didn’t want to quit. It wouldn’t be so bad if we hadn’t already said we’d meet Brett for breakfast at 10am.”

Yeah, that’s what made it really brutal. If we’d slept until noon I probably wouldn’t feel this worn out.”

Then we’d have missed the hungover bachelorette party.”

From Pictures

Bachelorette party?” Scott asks, between bites of pizza.

Completely hungover group of girls that looked like they’d barely rolled out of bed.”

Why did they? They probably should’ve slept it off.” Tabitha asks.

Hair of the dog.” Sara explains.

Nice.”

They were all sitting at the bar drinking bloody marys. They were still there when we left the buffet.”

This time drinking miniature bottles of champagne.”

From Pictures

Sounds like they had a fun weekend. If I ever get married, you better throw me a killer party.” Ann says.

Ditto.”


August 19th, 2009 by Ann in 6th Floor, Drinking
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Atlantic City Road Trip

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Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.

Subject: Road Trip

Anyone want to see Jim Gaffigan? A friend of mine just emailed me that he has two extra tickets.” Frank asks.

From Pictures

Sure. He’s pretty funny. When?” Billy asks.

Tonight…at the Borgata.”

In Atlantic City? Nevermind, I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.”

Gaffigan is the brother on My Boys right?” Sara asks.

Yup. Apparently he’s a stand up comic too.”

Sure, I’ve got nothing better to do. When do we leave?” Sara asks.

An hour? Beat rush hour traffic and maybe get some dinner first. You remember Brett, my friend from Philly?”

The Phillies fan..yeah..I remember.” Sara grumbles.

It’s a comedy show, I’m sure baseball won’t come up.”

Oh, fine. Let me just powder my nose.”

Powder your nose? Is it suddenly the 20s? I have to warn you, Atlantic City is probably very different if we’ve gone back in time 80 years.” Billy lectures.

You planning on playing poker or anything? Should I grab a book, or some cash to play slots?” Sara asks.

Probably not, but might as well toss a book in the car. We can figure it out after the show.” Frank says.

I have to say, driving down to Atlantic City last minute…this guy better be funny.” Sara gets up to get ready.

Frank, to himself. “Hot pockets..”

August 14th, 2009 by Billy in 6th Floor, life
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Sara Joins the Club

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, and Billy.

Subject: Another One Bites the Dust

Well, fuck.” Sara says, returning home to a busy apartment of Ann cooking, Frank and Billy playing chess, and Tabitha reading a book at the table. “I’ve joined the club.”

From Pictures

Club?” Tabitha asks, looking up from her book.

You know, those people they keep talking about. The rising unemployment rate.” Sara says.

Lost your job? What happened?” Ann asks.

Economy. They fired like eight people.” Sara explains.

That sucks Sara. Sorry.” Billy says.

Maybe I should take it as a slap in the face to change careers, or at least find a job I actually like. This support stuff is tough.”

Not sure this is the economy to be switching careers in. Unless you’re talking more school.”

Or playing poker. You could be my apprentice.” Frank chimes in.

Not sure I have the stomach for poker. All that money on the line. Too nerve-wracking.”

You’ll get unemployment at least.”

Sure. It’s not what I was making, but should keep me afloat.”

You get along with the people at work right? At least you’ll get a good reference from them.”

True. I’ll have to see what’s out there. Maybe another job is right around the corner.”

On the plus side, you no longer have to commute to Jersey every day!” Frank says. “Oh, and checkmate Billy.”

Doh!”

That’s an excellent observation. If I never see that part of Jersey City again, I certainly won’t miss it.”

August 11th, 2009 by Sara in jobs, life
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Yankees vs. Red Sox

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Frank

Subject: Yankees vs. Red Sox

Baseball!” Frank says, walking in the door. Ann and Sara are working on a crossword puzzle together on the couch.

Baseball season’s over.” Sara replies.

Maybe for you..speaking of which..a friend of mine gave me two tickets to tomorrow night’s game. You want to come?” Frank asks.

From Mets

Yankees Red Sox? Hmm…can I wear my Wright jersey?” Sara teases.

No.”

Can I buy a Yankee Hater cap?” Sara asks.

Sure…if you don’t wear it.” Frank retorts.

Fine, I’ll come. Sounds like fun, I’ve wanted to check out the place anyway. I’m holding firm on wearing my Citi Field inaugural season shirt though.” Sara bargains.

I can live with that I guess.”

You got good enough tickets that I should look for you on tv?” Ann asks.

I’m actually not sure where the seats are yet.”

I thought you said you had the tickets.” Ann says.

Don’t mince words with me! He’s giving them to me tomorrow. I think it’s the second level, but I don’t know where. I’ll text you. How’s that?”

I wasn’t going to watch anyway.”

Just Tivo it. If we catch a foul ball or something, we’ll watch it ourselves.”

Yeah, like they’d keep the camera on a Mets fan.”

Good point, it’s televised by Al-Yankazeera after all.”

Actually, it’s on the MLB Network too.” Ann says, looking at the tv guide.

We’ll Tivo that verison then.” Sara says.

Then it’s settled. Help us out with the puzzle Frank. Do you know 14 Across?”

Let me see.” Frank says, sitting down on the couch.

August 5th, 2009 by Ann in 6th Floor, baseball
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6th Floor Romances

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Tabitha, Frank

Subject: Romantic Updates

From Pictures

Frank meanders out of his room to find Tabitha lounging on the couch watching tv.

Hey, You’re not usually home during the day are you?” Frank asks.

Not regularly. They cut my secretary hours at work a bit. I was only doing 30, but now I’m doing 25. Rough times I guess.” Tabitha says.

Bummer. Well, you want to eat?” asks Frank.

It’s about that time. Yes. Pizza?” Tabitha suggests.

Nah. In more of a Mexican mood. “ Frank responds.

I approve. Let me just grab my coat.”

Coat?” Frank asks, “It’s summer and hot as hell out there!”

Except in restaurants, where they tend to overdo the air conditioning.” Tabitha says, heading for the door.

They walk down the stairs and down the block to the restaurant. There was only one table left, a two person table outside.

Frank sits down and looks around. “You’re right Tabitha, this air conditioning is unbearable!”

Oh, shut up.” Tabitha replies, putting her coat on the back of her chair.

Margarita please. On the rocks.” Frank orders.

Not a bit early for margaritas?”

It’s lunch time. It’s Mexican. You’re not going to let me drink alone right?”

Tabitha starts to object, and then thinks better of it. “Sure, I’ll have a frozen strawberry one.” Tabitha says to the waiter.

Waiter: “Coming right up.”

So how’s Rose these days?” Tabitha asks.

Oh, umm..we broke up a couple of weeks ago.” Frank says.

Oh, sorry. I wondered why you didn’t seem to be going out as much. So no one new yet?”

The margaritas come, and they order food. “No, not right now. Dating someone is a lot of work. I notice you haven’t been dating anyone in a while.”

Working at that IT place all I meet are geeky guys that want to talk about Star Wars or routers or whatever.”

Maybe you should introduce them to Sara?”

Sara doesn’t like geeky guys. She says they always are trying to one-up her with technical jargon to prove they aren’t out-geeked by a girl.”

That’s..sad. These guys have enough trouble finding women and they chase away the only ones with similar interests?” Frank rolls his eyes.

They don’t called it socially awkward for nothing.”

Ann just started dating someone new right? Rick..Ray..something with an R..”

Robert. I think they’ve only gone out twice so far.”

Doesn’t count until at least three in my book.”

I’m not sure she cares whether you think it counts or not.”

She better care!” Frank does his evil overlord laugh.

Tabitha quirks her eyebrow at Frank. “Oh, drink your margarita and stop your silly laugh.”

They finish their food, pay, and leave. No more evil laughter occurs during lunch.

August 3rd, 2009 by Tabitha in 6th Floor, Drinking, life, love
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