Cinco De Mayo
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Cinco De Mayo
If you read this blog even occasionally, you know we wouldn’t let a drinking holiday go to waste. While Cinco De Mayo is no Repeal Day, that’s no excuse not to enjoy it. To celebrate, Frank made some Strawberry Infused Tequila.
“Tequila!”
“Strawberry infused for the win. I figure we can mix it with orange juice. Mexican Tequila Sunrises!”
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“Wings? We should pick up some.”
“Text Billy. Make him bring home enough for five.”
“Bring what?” Billy asks, walking in the door.
“You’re home too soon dude. We wanted wings.”
“Just order them. That place a couple blocks down delivers right?”
“Those wings suck.”
“Better than going out. Sara! Happy Cinco de Mayo!”
“Hey, you’re right. Got something special planned?” Sara asks, as she leaves her room to put her coffee mug in the sink.
“Strawberry infused tequila apparently.”
Ann emerges from her room as well. “Did I hear strawberry infused tequila? That sounds..interesting.”
“Putting strawberrys in the alcohol makes it healthy right?”
“Of course Tab. It’s good for you. And Tequila is made from agave, so it’s a plant!”
“Can just do shots of it too. The strawberry probably gives it a nice smoothness.”
“No training wheels though.”
“Nope. I’ve learned that lesson.”
“I don’t know that citrus and salt would go well with the strawberry anyway.”
“Maybe a sugar coated kiwi? Like kiwi-strawberry juice?”
“No. Just do the shots. Frank, pour!” Scott commands.
Frank arranges six shot glasses, and pours out some of the tequila.
“Viva la Mexico!” Billy says, and takes his shot. The others give him a weird look, and then drain their own glasses.
****This post written by Frank, while drunk. Severely edited by Ann this morning******
Tags: cinco de mayo, Drinking, infused tequila, strawberry infused tequila, Tequila, training wheels, Wings
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.”
Tags: 6th Floor, Bar, body shots, Drinking, girly, hot girls, Manhattan, Sister, Tequila, tequila shots, training wheels
Tequila Hangover
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann
Subject: Tequila Hangover
My bladder wakens me from a drunken snooze around 7:30am. I’m oddly not hungover or even tired at this obscenely early hour on a Sunday. I use the bathroom and step out into the living area, and the overpowering smell of lemons greets me. There is a squished lemon wedge ground into the carpet by a chair leg, and a multitude of discarded rinds in a pile on a plate on the table as well as inside shot glasses and strewn about the counter. There are a bunch of shot glasses on the table and counters too; some are sitting in puddles, and some are upside down. There is a soft drip coming from the kitchen area, as a puddle forming on the counter from a bag of ice that was never returned to the freezer slowly melts and overflows onto the floor. I put the bag in the sink to finish melting and grab the dustpan and broom to sweep up the remains of a broken shot glass. As I walk towards the garbage I find that the floor is sticky, probably from spilled tequila. It being much too early to mop the floor and really clean up, I ignore it and open up the fire escape and step out.
The cool metal against my feet, I cast my gaze down and take in the city at this early hour. I feel the first rays of sun warming my skin, and listen to the sounds of New York waking up. I can see people down the street getting their coffee and breakfast and picking up the morning paper. Some of them walk over to the bus stop, and start reading the paper as they wait for the bus to start the day and continue to their destination on this Sunday morning. Some may be going to work, others may be headed to church. Others are just early risers, out for morning errands, or even just jogging. I relax, leaning against the building and take in the sights for a while longer, losing myself in the bustle below.
I reenter the apartment and am again greeted by the powerful lemon scent. From this angle I can really appraise the wreck of a room; six friends and roommates and two bottles of tequila can do plenty of damage. Besides the squished lemon in the carpet, the broken shot glass and the puddles, there is salt everywhere. I can see it in the couch cushions, all over the table, on the floor and in Scott’s hair, who I now realize has been passed out on the couch the whole time. There are glasses of all types discarded around the apartment as they’d been emptied the night before, puddles of sour mix, tequila and melted ice, and lemon rinds thrown all over the place. I vaguely remember Scott and Frank having a lemon-rind fight as the night degenerated, and I expect we’ll be finding them around the room for weeks to come; especially at the rate we usually clean. As some of the memories of the night before flood back, so does the grogginess and hungover feeling. I pick up a martini glass off the floor before it can be broken, and head back to bed hoping someone else will clean up before I wake again.
Tags: Lemons, margaritas, messy apartment, party, salt, sour mix, Tequila, Tequila party
When Life Gives You Lemons…
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Ann and Sara cook dinner
Me and Ann decided we would cook dinner for everyone on Sunday. We have done this before and we usually pull it off without any problems; today we had quite a few. They all stemmed from a weird game of phone tag we were playing. Usually we’re just sitting around doing nothing and decide to entertain ourselves by cooking. Sunday was different because we both had things to do; I had to meet up with a couple of people from work about a project, and Ann needed to go over to her job to get her paycheck.
Ann was watching the Food Network and found a recipe that when she described it to me sounded delicious. Tabitha’s the only one responsible enough to keep the kitchen actually stocked, but since she rarely has money she either drags someone else out to do it, or it doesn’t get done. This means that we have nothing closely resembling ingredients for Ann’s dish, and have to goto the store.
“So, what do we need?”
“Breadcrumbs. And…shoot, I left the recipe at the apartment!”
“Well that was smart. I guess I’ll run and get it, you want to hang out here and pick up what you remember?”
“You don’t have to go back, I think I remember everything.”
“You’re sure? Alrighty then.”
We get back to the apartment and start preparing what needs to be prepared when Tabitha returns from class.
“You guys are cooking tonight? I see you went to the store, did you get the groceries we needed?”
“I didn’t know we needed anything, you usually leave a list around here somewhere.”
Tabitha walks over and removes the list from underneath where Ann had stuck the recipe to the fridge.
“I asked you to get the groceries Thursday, I bet we have nothing to eat at all do we?”
I look in the fridge and confirm her suspicions.
“I’ll go tomorrow after work.”
“I’ve heard that one before. I’m going to a friends to eat tonight if someone doesn’t go shopping.”
“Okay, I have to go get my paycheck anyway, I’ll stop on my way back.”
Later I’m working in the kitchen and realize we needed lemons and we don’t have any. Ann’s memory of the recipe having failed us when we were at the store, I perused the rest of the ingredients, checked the cabinets, and called Ann to get the lemons. When she didn’t answer I tried Billy, who I knew was stopping somewhere on his way home later and left him a message asking if he could pick up a couple of lemons. I went back to cooking, until I got up to the steps that required the lemons. I tried Ann again, decided to give her a couple more minutes and went to check my email. When she didn’t answer again a couple of minutes later I decided the best course of action would be to go get the lemons myself. I left Ann a brief note and went to the store again. I was unsure of how many we needed, so I got six.
When I got back upstairs, Ann and Tabitha were arguing. Turns out Ann had forgotten the grocery list, and was trying to call us to read it to her. Tabitha had taken a nap, and I had left my phone on the counter when I went to get the lemons.
“You still have to go out yet right Sara? Or Is that where you’re returning from? Can you stop at the store or maybe I can call Billy.”
“No, I just realized you’d forgotten to get lemons before and went to buy some when you didn’t answer your phone.”
Ann holds up a bag with lemons and I sigh.
“I remembered on my way back, but not how many. So i got eight.”
“I got six, how many do we actually need?”
“Three.”
“You know what that means! Tequila party!!” Scott says as he walks in.
“Any Pseudo-holidays coming up that we can fake celebrate?”
“Earth day?”
“And Tequila comes from the earth!”
“Earth day’s passed. Hey Scott, when was the last time you went shopping? We need groceries.”
“No can do, I’ve got an appointment with the doctor.”
“I’ll go, I have to meet my group anyway. Give me the list.”
I was meeting my group at a Cosi a couple of blocks away, but just as I get there I got a call that it was canceled, so I head to the store thinking about all the work we’re going to have to do at work tomorrow because we didn’t meet and discuss it today. I wasn’t really paying much attention to the shopping, just reading the item and taking it off the shelf. It wasn’t until I was halfway back to the apartment that I realized that lemons were on the list and I’d just bought four more of them. I walk back into the apartment, ready to have everyone laugh at me for buying more lemons.
“It’s like a lemon parade in here!”
“Shit, Please tell me you didn’t get my message Billy?”
“You asked me to get a couple of lemons. I didn’t know what you meant by a couple, so I picked up a whole dozen. I figured we could always make use of the extras, I just didn’t realize there would be this many extras.”
“Well now there are even more, there were lemons on your list Tabitha and I wasn’t paying any attention.”
Just when we thought it couldn’t get any worse, Frank came home.
“Hi Hunnys, I’m home!” says Frank, seeing all three girls in the kitchen.
“I cracked this guy with Aces this morning for a big pot, figured I’d celebrate by buying us some Don Julio anejo. Oh, and lemons of course. I know they were on the grocery list, but I got some extras for the tequila. What? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Despite the literally dozens of lemons laying around, the rest of the dinner went pretty smoothly. We all sat down and ate together for once, and the meal actually did come out tasty. I didn’t think even a Tequila party would use up all the lemons so Billy called his mother who has a wonderful strawberry lemonade recipe that we started putting the lemons to use on. It’s delicious!
Tags: Cooking, Dinner, Food shopping, Lemonade, Lemons, Tequila, Tequila party
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.