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Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha

Subject: 6th Floor Sins: Gluttony

Okay, help me find room in the fridge. Billy…Billy? Hey…where’d the guys go?”

They went to Catalina’s for a drink. They claim they need to unwind from the trip to Jersey.” Tabitha says, putting down a huge tray of food and hanging up her coat.

Figures. Well, help me find room for all this food. Sue really packed us the Billy sized doggie bag.”

There was enough to feed an army!”

And we took home enough to feed at least a small platoon.”

I’m sure it’ll go faster than we think. Especially if we don’t feel Billy otherwise.”

We’re going to have to toss stuff to make room in this fridge. Think I can take out some of these beers?”

Probably. We don’t really need to have…what is that, 30?! Beers cold at one time.”

Beer’s meant to be drank warmer than that anyway. Nix some of it.”

Don’t think Frank will be annoyed if we remove it?”

He could’ve helped, instead he bolted for the bar.”

Wow, is this a whole tray of Baked Ziti?”

Probably goes with this entire cheesecake…sans one slice.”

And I believe that one slice was mine..Did Sue really just pack up all her leftovers and hand them to us?”

Certainly looks that way. I have a whole plate of deviled eggs here.”

Those don’t last long. Better put them here.” Tabitha gestures towards the counter.

I agree.” Ann says, popping an egg into her mouth.

Oh, a large plateful of mashed potatoes. Craziness.”

Didn’t Sue say she was going on vacation tomorrow actually?”

Right! She’s going to St. Louis with her husband. I guess that’s why she gave us all the leftovers.”

Did you notice everyone on the train eying us? I think we made the whole train smell like food.”


November 12th, 2008 by Ann in Beer
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Meet Metrocard Millie

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Metrocard Millie

“Ugh! Gimme a quad espresso Scott.” Sara says at the register as she enters Starbucks.

“Sure Sara. Ann and Billy are over there.” Scott gestures to the corner. “I’ll bring it over for you.”

“Hey Sara! Didn’t think you were coming. What’s up?”

“Oh, you know. The usual; the MTA sucks.”

“Except the drivers.”

“You at least..”

“Bitching about the stupid celebrity announcements again?”

“Al Roker needs to shut the hell up.”

“Nah, just annoyed that my card didn’t seem to read right this morning, and then it only had 15 cents left on it. What am I supposed to do with 15 cents?”

“Give it Millie.” Scott says, as he brings over Sara’s espresso.

“Er..who is Millie?”

“You haven’t named your nipples again have you Scott? Because I’m not sure how I’d give your nipple a metrocard.”

“No. Millie’s a homeless person that comes in here occasionally. She walks around to all the subway stations and takes the discarded Metrocards hoping to find those nickels and dimes left on them. Then she takes a big pile of ‘em somewhere and gets them converted into cash.”

“Wow, they let her do that? I’d think they laugh at her.”

“I think she must be friendly with someone somewhere, or maybe they take pity on her. I don’t know. But she usually comes in here when she has a good day and gets a hot chocolate.”

“Well good for her. Reclaiming the probably millions of dollars the MTA saves by people discarding these.” Sara says, waving her 15cent metrocard at Scott.

“I asked her what the best stations were, but she wouldn’t tell me. Trade secret I guess.”

“Probably the PATH train stations. Especially 33rd street.”

“Yeah. PATH fare is 25cents cheaper. Anytime anyone has to hop over to Jersey once they tend to end up with an extraneous dollar on their card or something.”

“I still have an odd-dollar amount from when we went to the Devils game in Newark. I’m hoping to go to another game and even it out though.”

“Well back to work guys. We should go get a beer or something tonight. I haven’t had one all week.”

“I had one already today.”

“Billy..it’s like 10am!”

“And I had one when I got home from work last night at 1am. So there.”

Billy sticks out his tongue at Ann.

“But I could always use another!”

November 7th, 2008 by Ann in Beer
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6th Floor Blog Rocks!

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Frank

Subject: Opening Night at the Rock

It’s Friday night and Sara Is sitting at the table with a beer and a book of second degree black belt level Sodoku when Ann and Frank come home.

Hey guys, where were you tonight?”

We went to the Rock.”

The Rock?”

Yup. You know, the Prudential Center.”

You went to Newark? Eww..”

Devils opening night! Hockey Hockey Hockey!”

Ahh..I almost turned the Rays/Sox game on, but then I didn’t.”

Islanders put on a poor show sadly. They really could use a shooter.”

Devils Win! They even looked a little rusty too. The whole game was a little bit sloppy.”

I don’t know why DiPietro didn’t start.”

Me neither. That arena is very nice though.”

Oh yeah? I’d heard it was a nice place. Better than the Garden?”

Hell yeah..The Garden’s not exactly top of the line you know.”

And neither are the Rangers!”

Hey now!”

And neither are the Knicks!”

Better. Did you know the Knicks are actually named for beer?”

Really? I might have to like them a little more now.”

Yeah, the Rock was great. It was wide open and pretty spacious. Had some decent food. The only drawback is it’s Newark. And the Devils.”

Beer selections not bad, though they might play off the building being called “The Rock” a bit too much. There was a beer stand that sold only Rolling Rock, and Michelob Amber Bock, and said ‘Rock the Bock’.”

Glad you guys had fun. Maybe I’ll come with you if you go again. I haven’t been to a hockey game in a while.”

Sure, we were thinking about going the next time the Islanders go there.”

And hopefully the Islanders win that time…” Ann mutters.

October 11th, 2008 by Sara in 6th Floor, Beer
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Failure to Drink

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject:  Failure to Drink


“Come on, it’s raining harder now!”


“Beer.  It’s rain or shine, we can’t back out now!”


“No one ever died from being a little wet.  Drink another beer and we’ll be fine.”


“I do agree, it’s raining.”


“And the sky is blue, and that couple over there is really in to each other!”


“Wow, they’re really going at it.”


“I guess that’s one thing to do while we wait.”  Frank eyes Sara.


“Get those dirty eyes off of me!”


“Really now, we’re going to spend the next four plus hours standing in the rain drinking tiny glasses of beer and waiting in line?”


“You’re so pleasant when you’re wet Tab.”


“That’s what she said!” Frank yells.


“Good one Frank!”


“I’m singing in the rain..Such a ..”


“Oh my god! Stop singing!”  Sara shoves Ann.


“Yeah, stick to the writing Ann.  You can’t carry a tune.”


“This line to get in is so long! I want my beer!”


“Can we please go somewhere and drink inside at least?  Do we really need to drink in the rain? Is the beer here really that good?”


“Okay, Okay . Fine.  Let’s go fine an indoor bar.  SoHo, or around here?”


“Let’s just get inside and dry off.  We can always move uptown later.”


“I guess if we’re drying out, I’ll get a dry martini.”


“Are you 80?  Do people are age drink dry martinis?  Do you even like gin?”


“Gin? That’s what they put in martinis?  Weird.”


“I’m in the mood for a Cosmo.”


“Cosmos all around!”


Scott looks at Billy and Frank.  “Are we okay with drinking cosmos?”


“They are a little girly.”


“Looks like the Mets are going to make the Playoffs.”


Scott and Frank grunt.


“Okay, that’s manly enough.  I guess we can have Cosmos.”


“That was…special.  Come on, there’s a bar over there.”  Tabitha leads them into a nearby bar.


“Crowded.  Looks like we’re not the only ones getting out of the rain.”


“I guess alcohol is alcohol.  Beer is beer.”


“That may be the smartest thing you’ve said all day.”  Sara says sarcastically.


“To make up for it, we can go to Brewtopia at the Javits Center.  I think it’s in early November.”


“You saying you weren’t going to suggest we go there anyway?”


“Beer tastes different in November…we’re obligated to be there.”


“You’re not going to rest until you’ve drank everywhere in New York, are you?”


“Maybe not even then.”


September 17th, 2008 by Ann in 6th Floor, Beer
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Beer, Lots of Beer

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Beer is Good! Beer is Good!

We’ve always been friendly to the new drinking holidays. We went to Brewfest last week, and we celebrated Repeal Day in December. This year there is a whole craft beer week starting with Brewfest, having beer specials and bar crawls all week and culminating in the Manhattan Cask Ale Festival the following weekend.

“You guys psyched for Craft Beer Week?!”

“You bet!”

“I actually am. They’ve really went all out. Bar crawls, beer festivals? If I still have a liver by next weekend..”

“It’s supposed to be a nice day. Wind in our hair, beer in our throats.”

“I don’t know if I’m up for any of those bar crawls all week though.”

“Oh you wuss. We don’t have to get completely trashed Every night. Some nights we can just chill and enjoy beer specials.”

“Yeah, that’s true. I enjoy all the cask ales actually. They’re usually so different. Very unbeerlike.”

“So we’re going to spend this weekend, most of this week, and next weekend pigging out on beer? I have to be honest..that sounds like a normal week.”

“Are you trying to ruin it? It’ll be a blast!”


“Aww..is little Annie grumpy?”

“Little Annie..haha. I like it.”

“Repeat it and die.”

“I think someone needs a beer.”

“Lucky we’re going to get some then.”

“And on Sunday we’ll get more beer, and mead! At the Renn Faire.”

“I almost forgot we’re going to the faire! I love that place, but I haven’t been in years.”

“That’s right. On Sunday we will time travel back to the middle ages.”

“I wonder if I’ll have cell reception.”

“You can’t use a cell phone in the middle ages! That’s just wrong!”

“I’m not going to use it much, I just need to check the Mets score once or twice.”

“Or 18 times.”

“You’re lucky, you don’t have to worry about the Yankees score. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Lucky that they’re eliminated…I’m not sure lucky is the right word.”

“So beer this weekend. What are we doing tonight?”


Tabitha and Ann together: “No!”

“Oh alright. We’ll have a sober night.”

“We’ll try to keep you distracted from the withdrawal.” Frank jokes.

“My hero!”

September 15th, 2008 by Ann in Beer
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Beer Garden

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Beer Garden

“There! Quick, grab it!”

Frank maneuvers through the crowd and quickly sits at a table of a recently departed group of Asian guys.

“Good grab.” Ann says, sliding into the table across from Frank. “I hate when we have to stand here, makes it hard to have more than one pitcher of beer at a time.”

“We haven’t been to the beer garden in ages. This place is great!”

“It is nice to drink in the fresh air once in a while, instead of those dank, dirty bars. Guess it’s one of the few nice things about Queens.”

Sara coughs as a cloud of cigarette smoke drifts by. “Well, semi-fresh air anyway.”

“Where’d Billy go?”

“Presumably to get us our first pitcher of beer.”

“Nope. Food.” Ann points out Billy on line outside the food tent.

“Fine, I guess I’ll get the first pitcher. I shall return.”

“I’m going to join Billy, I want some food in me so I don’t get too drunk.”

“Anyone want anything?” Tabitha asks as she gets up.

“Nah, I ate already.” Sara says, as Ann and Scott shake their heads.

“Did we remember to bring cards or a game or something?”

“I’ve got a deck of cards. We should’ve brought Killer Bunnies!”

“Bunnies? You know someone would just spill something on it and ruin the cards. Ann can be such a clutz.”

“Thanks. We could’ve brought UNO or something. That’s simple and mindless.”

“We’ve got cards, I think we can manage.”

“We could make like that table over there, and play Jenga!”

“Drinking Jenga? I wonder how that’d work?”

“I don’t think it would. After a little while I can’t imagine any game lasting long.”

Tabitha and Billy return carrying plates of food. Tabitha has a veggie burger and fries, and Billy has two foot long bratwursts and fries.

“Didn’t pour me a beer yet? You’re slacking Frank!”

“I’m still trying to decide what kind of joke to make about you eating those gigantic brats.”

The usual shenanigans continued from there. Before we knew it, the sun had set and we were on our 5th pitcher of beer. 7th pitcher of beer? Before we knew it, we’d lost count of how many pitchers of beer we’d drank, and how many French fries we’d thrown at each other. Somehow we’d ended up playing Rummi 500 of all games.

“I’m still waiting for a third three. I can’t believe we haven’t come across it yet.”

“I think we lost a handful of cards to the spilt beer pitcher of game two.”

“Did we only lose threes? This is insane!” Tabitha exclaims, as she draws a card from the deck.”

“Well, the odds of two of the seven cards we lost being threes would..”

“No math! This isn’t poker and we’re drinking, not mathing!”

“At least we don’t have a silly ‘asshole hat’ made out of napkins like that table of college kids that stumbled out of here 40 minutes ago.”

“Aww, I thought the hat was cool!”

“I really thought there weren’t supposed to be drinking games here.”

“I think they just mean take over the tables and play huge games of beer pong.”

“Better this way anyway, I rock at beer pong and you would’ve been embarrassed.”

“Don’t be so sure!”

“Aren’t we a little old for beer pong?”

“You’re never too old for beer pong!”

“You and Scott will be playing beer pong in your retirement homes I’m sure. One more round? Or should we stumble out of here?”

“Should we stop at that diner before getting on the train?”

“Are you really hungry after those two giant bratwurst?”

“That was..hours ago! The diner’s supposed to be good.”

“Can you taste anything anymore? We’ve eaten there before..I just don’t remember if it was good.”

“I don’t remember being disgusted with it.”

“I don’t think I remember it at all.”

“All the more reason to try it again.”

“Why not? We know better than to get between you and food anyway.”

We got up and made our way down (or was it up?) the street to the diner. I remember someone ordered pancakes, but not much else. Billy’s insisting that it’s the best diner he’s ever eaten at in the City, but I think he’s ashamed to admit he doesn’t remember much either.

(Has anyone noticed the blog acting weird? It seems like it’s combining posts so that text doesn’t match the titles and screwing up in IE (and chrome Sara tells me).)

September 5th, 2008 by Ann in 6th Floor, Beer
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All-Star Aftermath

Welcome to the 6th floor

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: How we fared

Wasn’t going to bother with an aftermath post, (Alright, I’m just lazy), but Brave Astronaut asked in a comment: So the game went on longer than many expected. Anyone up yet there on the sixth floor? Did anyone make it to the end? I fell asleep in the 13th. No drinking was involved, unfortunately. I’m just old.” So since I/we don’t get many commenter requests I figured I’d acquiesce (Never used that word before, it’s a bugger to spell), and rather than a comment reply which chances are he’d never check back to see, I’d just post.

Ann: I’m not that into baseball, and I was going to read while we watched, but Sara made me put down my book and Scott forced beer into my hands and made me pay attention. I cheated a little and didn’t always drink when I was supposed to. (See? I can too cheat when I want to Scott!) When the game (both drinking and All-Star) deteriorated, I stopped drinking and was pretty much fine.

Sara: Sara was doing fine, until Billy Wagner blew the save. Sara points out that had he not let up runs last year, the NL would’ve won that one too. While she continued playing after that, She was also doing plenty of side-drinking too. She stumbled out of here this morning to go to work not looking pleasant, and she had _two_ travel mugs of coffee with her.

Tabitha: Tabitha likes baseball the least of any of us, but that led her to really pay attention to the drinking cues rather than any of the actual game. She switched between beer and weak kamikazis, so she was pretty much okay by morning.

Billy: Billy really took to the game, and since he was off Wednesday he didn’t even have to worry about work. Even though we did stay up for the end of the game, Billy had to ask Sara the score the next morning, because he didn’t even remember that we stopped paying attention to the drinking game sometime in extra innings.

Scott: Scott’s really developing a crazy tolerance. We joke that no longer can we buy a six pack and split it evenly, he has to get his own. Tonight Scott may have gone overboard, finding excuses to take shots all night long. There is a disturbingly empty looking bottle of gin in the sink (and cracked) and I’m hoping that most of it leaked out through that crack and not into Scott. Scott was all ready to start up a game of asshole after the game ended, and even got as far as bringing out the cards before we groaned at him. After the game ended he decided it was a good idea to make pancakes, which made some of us nauseous and the others hungry. This became funnier in the morning when Tab, not really hungover but very groggy, sat down at the table and ended up sitting in a half cooked left over pancake. Apparently Scott was experimenting with his pancake flipping abilities..drunk and lost one. I wish I’d gotten a picture.

July 18th, 2008 by Ann in baseball, Beer
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Getting Smarter

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Getting Smart

The 6th Floor Gang is returning from appetizers and drinks at Catalina’s, and slowly walking back to the 6th Floor.

“Why haven’t we seen Get Smart yet?”

“I loved that show when I was younger, I almost went without you on Saturday.”

“It was on in the late 60s. You’re older than I thought Scott.”

Scott scrunches up his face and starts hobbling down the street. “Back in my day..we had to wind up our boob tubes. And we had to walk three miles in the snow to school. Uphill!”

“They played it a lot on Nick at Night in the 80s. I assume that’s what he means.”

“Oh. He still makes a good geezer.”

“No doubt about that.”

“I was all psyched to see it Friday night, but when I got home no one else was here.”

“I was there…just sleeping.”

“Sleeping! It was 9:30!”

“I had a rough day..”

“That’s why they invented beer!”

“And scotch.”

“Since when did you start drinking scotch?”

“I’ve had it once or twice, it’s pretty good.”

“Sleeping is healthier and leaves me feeling better in the morning.”

“Everyone’s always complaining they’re tired. I don’t get it.”

Take out your coffee-iv and maybe you would.

“I don’t use an IV, drinking it’s half the fun!”

You know what I mean.

The group arrives at their door.

Not it!

Billy and Scott put their fingers on their noses.

“I don’t have my keys.”

“Me neither.”

Frank looks around and sighs.

Damn. Frank fiddles for his keys and unlocks the apartment door.

June 25th, 2008 by Ann in 6th Floor, Beer
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Sara’s New Job

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Sara’s New Job

Sara strolls in around seven o’clock and plops on the couch, gesturing to Frank and then to the fridge.

So how was your first day of work Sara?”

Frank grabs two beers from the fridge, opens them and hands one to Sara.

Could’ve gone better.” Sara says, after a long pull from the beer bottle.

The people nice?”

Too early to tell. They seem nice enough. Jersey City is a freaking dump though.”

Didn’t we tell you that Jersey sucked?”

North Jersey is nice. I don’t think I’ve been to Jersey City though. Not nice huh?”

Nope. Path train isn’t too bad though. The seats are more uncomfortable, but there are much less people on it than the subway.”

Reverse commute I guess. That’s nice at least.”

They had trouble setting up some of my accounts, so I wasn’t even able to do much. A lot of reading.”

Weren’t prepared for you? But you accepted like three weeks ago!”

I know. Hopefully not a sign of things to come.”

It’ll probably get better when you settle in.”

Speaking of settling in, they don’t have a space for me yet. My desk is literally in the kitchen, with four other people.”

In the kitchen? That’s classic. I always knew a woman’s place was in the kitchen..”

At least you’re not far from your precious coffee beans.”

I wish I was farther! You know how hard it is to take a break to get coffee when the machine’s practically on your desk?!”

Oooh..that sucks. And you don’t smoke, so you can’t even take a smoke break.”

Take your coffee breaks by leaving and getting Starbucks.”

Actually, there is no Starbucks in Journal Square. There is a Dunkin’ Donuts, but no Starbucks. It’s a horrible place.”

Who knows, maybe you’ll find something better elsewhere. At least you have insurance right?”

Yeah, I will in two months. And I actually get transportation reimbursement which is cool.”

That is pretty nifty. Another beer?”

Definitely. Bring one for Scott too, I saw him eying mine when he walked in.”

I just love your bottles.”

That doesn’t even make any sense.”

You might as well have one too Ann.” Frank says, passing out beer.

Terrific. Tuesday night, Friday night. It’s always time for beer right?”

It’s always happy hour somewhere in the world. Cheers!” Scott raises his beer bottle, and the others clink theirs to his.

May 13th, 2008 by Sara in 6th Floor, Beer
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Blog Drink-Off, Vote!

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today’s contributors are: Ann

Subject: Drinking Story

Brave Astronaut has created a March Madness style Drink-Off with the competition being the best drinking stories. Our post on the topic is posted there, at Take me Drunk, I’m Home, and voting closes on Tuesday, so read our story and vote for it! The story actually takes place pre-blog, it’s almost like a flashback episode. So check it out, and hopefully Sara will stop playing Smash Brothers long enough to post the entry she started about playing smash brothers, although I have to admit, it’s a fun game.

March 14th, 2008 by 6th Floor Blog in 6th Floor, Beer
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