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Take it Like a Man

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Training Wheels

As if you would expect us to be anywhere else…We’re at a bar a little downtown from us. Ashley is still here, it’s a little after New Years. We’re having a little ‘going away drink fest’ for her. Surprised?

Another Tom Collins Ann? You’re really on the gin tonight.”

Tasty stuff. But I’m worried you haven’t had enough. Would you like this? I could get another.”

No no, I’m fine. I still have half my Bacardi and cola here.”

Fiiine.” Ann slurs.

Tequila Shots? Ann? Tequila? Tabitha. Tequila!”

Frank takes a tally, and has the server bring over six shots, only Tabitha abstaining.

Ashley: “Woah, you’re going to use the training wheels? Kinda girly don’t you think?” Ashley says to Scott, as he reaches for the salt and lemon.

Girly? I thought that’s how you were supposed to do them?”

Bah. Do it like a real man Scott.”

Fine.” Scott puts the lemon down.

There is an exception though.”

Body ssshots! Right?”

Yeah. As long as you’re licking the salt directly off a hot girl.”

Hmm…” Scott looks at Ashley and starts reaching for the lemon and salt.

Ashley: “Don’t even think about it.”

Sara smacks Scott.

Cheers everyone!” Billy says, raising his shot glass, sans lemon.

Everyone: “Cheers!”

Delicious! I love tequila.” Billy proclaims, putting his glass down.

So why do they call the lemon and salt training wheels anyway?”

Beats me. Google it.”

No way I can type straight on my phone tonight. Later.”

January 11th, 2009 by Tabitha in 6th Floor
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Stalking the Barmaid

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Stalking the Barmaid

Doesn’t that Barmaid live somewhere around here?”

I don’t know, she doesn’t exactly publish her location.”

There are clues though.”

Sure, how many bars could there possibly be in New York? I’m sure if you just go to each one you’ll find her in no time.”

Well there are clues to what neighborhood. That narrows it down, and there are a couple of us, we each hit three or four bars a night, and maybe we get lucky.”

I’m not going barhopping by myself to find some random girl from the Internet!”

That’s your loss.”

Okay, lets hit a couple and check it out. Are you going to come with Tab? It’ll be just like going barhopping anyway.”

No thanks. I’ll just stay in tonight.”

No fun! Let’s go, you coming Frank?”

Sure, not like I have anything better to do.”


Umm…No. I’m still hungover from those three margaritas you forced on me at lunch.”

Ann? Oh, Ann’s not here? Where is she? She’s always been fond of stalking. Oh well, lets get going.”

The next morning…

Frank emerges from the bathroom. “Note to self, once you start reaching double-digit beers, it’s time to stop.”

Stop drinking or stop counting?”

Frank burps. “Probably both.”

I think I have heartburn. I vaguely remember ordering food at every place we went.”

Every place? How many places did you go to?”

Well..I uhh..I don’t know.”

Well, that’s a good sign. When you can’t remember where you’ve been, you’ve usually been nowhere good. Did you actually find her or can you not remember that either?”

I think we’d remember if we found her. Wouldn’t we? I’m not sure.”

I remember nachos, a corn dog, and potato skins. That’s at least three bars.”

Mozzarella sticks. I definitely remember those.”

So four. Which blocks did we decide to walk down?”

Well, we definitely went downtown. I distinctly remember turning left at the corner.”

Yes, we definitely turned left, but we went to the other corner and turned left to go uptown!”

No! We saw the moon as we were walking, so that must’ve been south.”

What? How does that make any sense? Do you have any idea if the moon was in that part of the sky last night?”

I’m sure. It was just hanging up there in the sky, I remember thinking it was bright and full.”

Are you sure we didn’t just go to a bar with ‘Moon’ in its name?”

I don’t think there are any bars like that near here.”

Frank said he had a lot of beers, maybe one of them was a Blue Moon?”

Yes! That does sound familiar!”

So does that mean Frank was right and we went uptown?”

Oh, I don’t know. I barely remember anything.”

You guys don’t even know if she was working last night do you?”

Well, if she updates her blog about last night we’ll know.”

You’ll know she was working, but that won’t help you remember if you were there or not.”

I think this was a pretty hopeless quest. You guys don’t want to do this again tonight right? I don’t think I could handle that.”

A little hair of the dog will do you good.”

I’m out too, I can’t do that every night. If we’re meant to find her, we’ll find her by accident. We shouldn’t be stalking her anyway, that’s not nice.”

She’s a Yankee fan anyway, why would you want to find her?”

Frank sticks his tongue out at Sara. “I need more Yankee fans in my life after living with you and your Mets for these 15 months.”

We just need another television in the living room so we can have both games on, rather than doing that picture in picture stuff and fighting over what game gets the focus.”

You know, that’s an excellent idea!”

June 8th, 2007 by Sara in Uncategorized
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Sara Drinks

Welcome to the 6th floor. Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha

Subject: Sara and her friend Jack

It was 10:50 Tuesday night when I finally got concerned enough to call Sara. Usually she tries to get to bed by 11. I thought that maybe she’d gone out with some people from work and felt bad about leaving early to goto sleep, but it was getting late. I figured at least she could use the phone call to find an excuse to leave.

I dialed her cellphone and was greeted by the unmistakable roar of a bar in the background.

Tabitha? Hey! What’s up!!”

Sara? It’s 11pm, are you coming home? Where are you?”

Relax Tabby! I just went out with my friend Julie from college.”

Where is she now?”

Oh probably asleep. She went home an hour ago.”

And why aren’t you doing the same?”

Because I’m having fun!”

I found out what bar she was at and then went and got Ann from the living room, who was playing Dr. Mario with Billy on our old NES, and the two of us decided that Sara probably shouldn’t be drunk and alone at a bar on a Tuesday night. We grabbed our coats and headed downtown to meet her, hoping she hadn’t left for another bar on a whim.

We arrived at the bar and went in, searching for Sara. We found her at the end of the bar, engaged in a discussion with a good-looking guy about ways to improve the subway system. He stuck around for a little while after we showed up, but soon he lost interest and we took his seat. Sara was still reluctant to leave so we made the hard choice of ordering something to drink.

After we’d been there a little while, Sara opened up a bit and explained why she was completely drunk at a bar on a weeknight. She had had a rough day at work, falling behind on one of her projects, and getting yelled at by her project manager. She tried to explain to us what the problem was, and why it was taking her longer than was expected, but we didn’t quite get the programming concepts she was outlining. In addition, she was pronouncing ‘class’ like ‘cwass’ and Ann, who apparently had forgotten to eat dinner while she was playing Dr. Mario and was finishing her second beer, giggled every time Sara mispronounced it. Ann joined in and complained about her job, and I just smiled and nodded. Sara started cheering up a bit after that, and we took to analyzing the rest of the people in the bar, trying to figure out what brought them here at this hour. There were the handful of college students, a couple of people who looked like they were probably here most nights, the guy Sara was talking to when we came in who Sara said works evenings in a warehouse nearby, a couple who we imagined were having an affair, and two people who had just walked in that looked like waiters.

It was almost 2am when we finally convinced Sara it was time to go home. I helped her down the subway steps as Ann was having enough trouble navigating them on her own, and we made our way back home. We gave Sara some water, and sent her to bed. Her last words before she crawled under her covers were, “Getting up is going to suck tomorrow.”

Frank, who was still up when she left for work tells me that while she looked miserable, she did manage to get ready for work and leave without stumbling, and that she did start to look a little better by the time she left. He told her to stop and get some coffee on the way, which I hope she did.

April 12th, 2007 by Tabitha in Uncategorized
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