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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

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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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Keeping Tabs on Frank

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Where are you?

Ann, Sara, Tabitha and Billy are milling about the apartment. Billy is in the kitchen looking for a snack, Tabitha is pacing in the hallway, and Ann and Sara are playing Dr. Mario.

Let’s go to Catalina’s and get some food.”

You know I’m in for that. We don’t have anything munchy here.”

There’s some granola bars, an apple, and a jar full of cashews.”

Eh. How about some mozzarella sticks, French fries or something else wonderful?”

Whatever. I didn’t want you eating my cashews anyway. I don’t really want to go to Catalina’s tonight. I’m kind of tired, and I was there all day.”

You were on lunch shift today? Should’ve said something, I could’ve come up for lunch.”

It’s such a long trip for you, I wouldn’t want you spending too much of your lunch hour commuting.”

Yeah, the train ride can be a bummer. No one would even miss me in the office if I was 10 minutes late though.”

The wonders of anonymous cubicles.”

They do have some benefits. Like making you feel mind-numbingly alone even when you’re surrounded by 100 people.”

You guys see Frank today?”

No. He wasn’t up when I went to work this morning, but I just assumed he turned in early.”

It’s hard to keep track of that one. He should have his own time zone.”

Frank Standard Time.”

I haven’t seen him all day, and he’s not picking up his cell phone.”

When was the last time you tried him?” Billy asks, between handfuls of cashews.

I just tried him a couple of minutes ago. It went right to voicemail.”

Could be in the subway.”

Maybe.” Tabitha frowns. “Do you know something Billy?”

Hmm? What would I know? I don’t keep tabs on him.” says Billy, who is now eating out of a pint of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream.

You usually know when he disappears though. Would you get a bowl already?”

I only wanted a couple of bites.” Billy says, putting the pint back in the freezer.

Tabitha sighs, and picks up her cell phone again. “I guess I’ll leave him a message. Not like he’ll call me back anyway. Oh! It’s ringing! Goody!”

Tabitha has a short conversation with Frank, and then hands up.

Well! At least he’s not dead. He says he’s at the Trop, but he wouldn’t elaborate.”

The Trop? He’s either at a casino in Atlantic City, or at a baseball stadium in Tampa Bay. Since the Devil Rays are no longer playing, I’d go with AC. Of course, maybe he’s in on these Yankee meetings to decided Joe Torre’s fate.”

His fate? Are they hanging him?”

No, his contract is up and they have to decide if they want to give him a new one for next year.”

And this is a big secret meeting?”

It’s the Yankees. They try to make everything into a production.”

He hasn’t been to Atlantic City in a while. Did he say when he’d be back?”

Nope. He rushed me off the phone, said he had to get back to his hand.”

He’s probably been playing all day. Okay, I’m done Sara.” Ann says, putting the controller down.

I crushed you that time. Annihilated you!”

Lucky. Don’t let it go to your head.”

October 16th, 2007 by Ann in Uncategorized
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