Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Nothing loosens the lips like alcohol
After the game Friday night me and Frank headed over to Union Square to meet the rest of the gang. As we get off the train I call them and it turns out they've also just arrived, so we all go to Max Brenner together. We're about to head in when we're stopped by someone calling most of our names. It's Amy and Sue, two girls who used to live on our floor before moving in with their respective boyfriends. Sue is actually getting married in a couple of months.
Sue: “Hey guys! It's funny running into you, especially today! Me and Amy just decided to meet up and go out and have some drinks tonight. You should come with us, it'll be just like old times!”
“I'm in, are you guys okay with skipping chocolate tonight?”
“It's a tough choice, but I guess I can skip chocolate for these two...as long as one of them buys me a chocolate Martini where ever we're going.”
Amy: “Certainly! I'll do it, Sue should be saving for her wedding!”
“Did you pick a date yet?”
Sue: “Not quite yet, we're decided between two dates in the spring of '08. So what are guys doing out besides getting chocolate?”
“We were grabbing dinner at the Corner Bistro, and we just met up with Sara and Frank returning from the game.”
Amy: “The Met game? How'd they do?”
“Mets won 3-2, Pettite thought Endy was bunting, instead he swung and hit a two run home run. One more win and Frank loses our bet.”
Amy: “Oooh, a bet. That sounds like fun. You guys going to any more of the games?”
“Nope, I'll have to wait until they come to Yankee Stadium to see them beat the Mets I guess.”
We arrived at the bar Amy and Sue were headed to, and found ourselves a semi-empty corner to hang out in. As is typical when we go out to bars, we ended up forming a circle so that we could all talk to each other.
Sue: “You guys look like you're already a little tipsy, a bit too many beers with dinner?”
“You know we can never pass up those McSorley's. It's just a shame that the real bar is always so jam packed.”
“We had a couple of beers ourself at Shea. It's such a rip off but I can't help myself.”
“Just trying to drown your sorrows huh Frank?”
Sue: “So what's new with everyone? What have you guys been up to? Any dates recently?”
“I was on a date just last night actually. It was kind of a bore.”
“You never did mention how that went. I noticed you didn't come back with him and you certainly weren't home very late.”
“Well you know he was a guy from work. He really seemed to not want to talk about anything except work. We talked office politics, coding solutions...it was just like lunch in the cafeteria.”
“What a snooze.”
“Exactly, I didn't even have to make up an excuse to part ways after dinner, he wanted to go home because we had work the next morning.”
“As I recall, you're asleep early most nights too.”
“Yeah yeah, we don't all have the luxury of your schedule.”
Amy: “Still doing well with the Poker I take it?”
“It pays the bills, and it certainly beats rising with the sun and trudging off to work.”
Sue “I imagine it would. So Tabitha, you think you did well on your finals?”
“I think so yeah, I wish I didn't have to wait so long to find out my grades.”
“Tab, are you chewing on the appetizers menu?”
Tabitha pulls the wad of paper out of her mouth and opens it up. “Looks like it, you want more food?”
“I'm not into paper as a snack actually, I'll pass.”
Sue “So how about the rest of you? Anything to write home about?”
“I drove the M train this week!”
“Yes, that's all very exciting. You still travel a lot for work Amy?”
Amy: “Not quite as much, but still some. I have more seniority now that one of the older guys quit. Means I get to pick and choose more about which trips to take. Last week I was actually in Vegas; best trip for work ever.”
“I bet. You should have told me, I would've flown with you. I rarely pass up an excuse to go to Vegas, it's like my Mecca.”
“Yeah, he actually makes sure every time he plays poker on-line he faces towards Las Vegas.”
Amy: “Ha! Well maybe next time I go out there I'll give you a call. I assume you feel much the same about other gambling places? Atlantic City? Reno?”
“Yup, although AC is close enough that I really don't need an excuse to go there.”
We continued chatting and drinking and having a grand time late into the night, but none of us really remember much after that. Tabitha did develop a small cut on her lip, and Frank's arm felt sore the next day, and it certainly wasn't from cheering for the Yankees.
The Mets slaughtered the Yankees on Saturday, having starting pitcher Darrel Rasner leave with a broken finger in the first inning killed them. The Yankees managed to eke out the third game so Frank will not be my slave, but he does owe me a couple of drinks. I'm thinking of ordering every drink with top shelf liquor.