Craft Beer Week in NYC
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy.
Subject: Craft Beer Week
“Where’s Scott? I feel like I haven’t seen him in a couple of days.” Frank asks.
“Scott’s been in California for an old high school friend’s wedding since Wednesday. He’ll be back Thursday. Which you’d know if you were ever awake during normal hours.” Tabitha replies.
“It’s 2:30! How is that not a normal hour?” Frank asks.
“He does have a point.” Sara says.
“I play poker, just assume I’m on pacific time. Like Vegas.” Frank explains.
“Couldn’t you be on Atlantic City time? Match us a little better?” Tabitha asks.
“Stop knocking my sleep patterns. Anyway, Scott’s gonna miss Craft Beer Week.” Frank says.
“I’d forgotten about that. I’m in.” Sara says.
“Is it that pay one price drink all evening thing we did last year?” Ann asks.
“Actually, that’s not until June. This is different. There are a bunch of different events, but the one I’m excited about is 60 different cask ales across three bars this weekend.” Frank says.
“Actually, we missed one Labor Day weekend. I don’t know what’s wrong with us.” Sara says.
“We did? Doh.. Anyway, There are some walking tours and food pairings during the week, but I think the cask beer is the best event. Who wants to come?” Frank says.
“I’ll do it. Cask beers are always so interesting.” Sara says, raising her hand.
“Nah, too expensive for me. I don’t appreciate beer the way you guys do. Give me a simple Corona and I’m happy.” Tabitha declines.
“I’ll come. I had plans tomorrow but they fell through. Might as well do something.” Ann says.
“Billy?” Frank asks.
Billy, who’d been half dozing on the couch the entire time looks up at Frank. “That’s fine. Buy me a ticket and I’ll pay you tomorrow.” Billy says, closing his eyes again.
“What’s with Rip Van Winkle over there?” Frank asks.
“He worked a really early shift this morning. Just got home a little while ago but didn’t want to nap before we get dinner. We’re going out to that Mexican place remember?” Tabitha explains.
“Oh. Right.” Frank says.
“What would you do without me to explain things to you?” Tabitha asks.
“I’d probably just order Chinese.” Frank retorts.
“Mexican is better than Chinese-American food any day.” Ann says.
Billy gives a silent thumbs up from the couch.