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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“Sounds like they had a fun weekend. If I ever get married, you better throw me a killer party.” Ann says.
“Ditto.”
Tags: atlantic city, bachelorette party, bloody mary, breakfast, Brett, comedy, Drinking, gambling, hair of the dog, jim gaffigan, poker, roulette, video poker
Happy St. Patricks Day!
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Sara, Frank
Subject: Happy Green!
Sara is drinking coffee and browsing Google News in the morning before getting ready for work, Frank is brewing a second pot of coffee.
“You’re up early Frank. You going to the Parade?”
“Nah. Too crowded. I just ended up in bed early, so I’m up early. Going to make some Irish coffee..you want any?”
“No, I’m good..probably should get to work anyway.” Sara looks at her watch. “Got a couple of minutes..maybe a travel mug of Irish coffee..”
“Or a flask? You’ll fit right in with the homeless guys on the train!”
“A flask of Irish Coffee? I don’t think they make flasks insulated for heat.”
“Oh. True.” Frank says, pushing ‘on’ on the coffee pot.
“I’ll pick up some Guinness on the way home. We can drink them tonight.”
“Green eggs! That’s perfect! Want some?” Frank says, squeezing drops of green food coloring onto his eggs.
“Gross! I don’t think that’s what they mean by green eggs..”
“I’m just going to get a green bagel on the way. I’ll trust my food dyes to the professionals.”
“You’re missing out..”
“Eggs aren’t really my thing anyway. Take a picture though, I’m sure Billy will find it appetizing.”
“Billy finds everything appetizing.” Frank says, as he pours Irish Cream into his coffee.
“Exactly.”
Tags: breakfast, Coffee, Drinking, food, green bagels, green eggs, guinness, irsh coffee, morning, st patrick's day
Bagel Statistics
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Sara, Frank
Subject: Bagel Statistics
It’s early morning and Sara is up to have breakfast before going to work and Frank is still up from spending the night gambling and watching cartoons.
“What have we got to eat around here?”
“I picked up bagels yesterday. I think there is a French toast in there.”
“Yesterday? Bagels are only at 85% quality when they’re a day old.”
“You could always toast it.”
“Toasted bagels are always a flat 70% quality.”
“Unless it’s a frozen or non-New York bagel.”
“Well yeah, then toasting actually improves it, but it’s still around 60-70%.”
“Why would you eat a non-New York bagel anyway?”
“We didn’t have a whole lot of choice down in South Carolina. I barely remember what breakfast was like before I came up here and could have bagels everyday.”
“Probably healthier.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. Southern food is anything but healthy.”
“What do you figure, bagels degrade exponentially?”
“Yeah. You figure it’s around 85% after one day, but I’d say it drops to almost 60% by the day after, and becomes an almost inedible 25% by that third day.”
“That’s why we freeze them after the first day or so.”
“Yup, it’s just logical. Once the quality of the bagel drops closer to the toasted quality, you might as well freeze them to preserve them.”
“I really like frozen salt bagels after a day of sitting. The salt melts a little, and then you toast them and make them nice and warm, and salty without being overpoweringly salty.”
“And the toasting keeps them from being mushy from the melted salt, yeah.”
“Often a good topping, be it salt or everything or poppy can boost a bagel an extra 5% or so.”
“Yeah, that’s true. A bad bagel is made worse when it’s a plain bagel with no other flavor to hide behind. That’s why I wish I could find a place that makes good chocolate cream cheese.”
“Chocolate? I’ve only seen chocolate chip, but I’ve always assumed it’s way too sweet for a bagel.”
“They are. The chocolate taste is nice, but it’s too sweet, they need to use dark chocolate or cocoa powder or something. I gotta go now, enjoy your day, or night, or whatever you’re up to.”
“Don’t work too hard.”
“Oh, I won’t.”
Tags: bagels, breakfast, Chocolate, chocolate chip cream cheese, new york, new york bagels, southern cooking, toasted bagel, toasting, work
Got Milk?
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Sara, Tabitha, Scott.
Subject: Cleaning
Tabitha walks into the apartment, her nose picked up the pine-fresh scent of cleaning supplies. Looking around she notices Scott is cleaning the kitchen table.
“Am I in the right apartment? Someone besides me is cleaning? Scott is cleaning? I must be dreaming.”
“I figured I was due to do some cleaning up around here.”
“That’s very nice of…wait! What’d you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you spill something? Break something? What was it? What are you trying to cover up?” Tabitha walks over to the table and starts sniffing.
“Did you just..sniff..the table? Can’t a guy lend a hand around here without getting the 2nd degree?”
“You mean 3rd degree.” Sara corrects from the couch.
“I had it right. First you came in here and gave me a hard time, and now Tabitha’s on my case. That’s two degrees.”
“Are you saying that you didn’t spill something?”
“I’m just saying a guy should be able to clean his own table without being grilled by his roommates.”
“I’m surprised you even knew where the cleaning supplies were.”
“You had them under the sink. No creativity at all. Everyone puts their cleaning supplies under the sink.”
“Yes, you’re so uncreative Tabitha. If Scott was putting things away, we could get the windex right out of the fridge.”
“And the ice cream would probably be stored in cabinets, and the milk would never leave the counter.”
“That’s not true. Once the milk got chunky I’d probably throw it away.”
“Yeah, but you probably wouldn’t empty the trash until it really started to smell.”
“Is there any other reason to empty the trash?”
“You know, some days I wish we could vote you out of the apartment.”
“Oooh! Survivor: 6th Floor!”
“And that’s how I’ll catch you.” Tabitha opens up the trash and looks in, seeing two cartons of milk.
“Did you spill BOTH cartons of milk?!”
“No?”
“How’d you manage that? You know what, I don’t want to know. You better be going downstairs to replace them.”
“I already got on him about that. I can’t have breakfast in the morning without my milk.”
“I’ll get the milk. Plenty of milk. We’ll all get that milk.”
“Good. I’d hate for Sara to have to milk you in the morning.”
Tabitha walks into her room, ignoring Scott and Sara staring at her in shock at her comment.