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Saturday, August 25, 2007

Are You One?! Are You Two?! Are You Twenty-Six?!

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Are You One?! Are You Two?! Are You Twenty-Six?!

(Events of last weekend. I know our posts are lagging.)

Rosemarie: “..dear Billy! Happy Birthday to you! Now make a wish.”

Billy grins a very evil grin and blows out his candles.

Well what did you wish for?”

There's always someone that has to ask that. You can't tell or it won't come true!” Sara frowns at Tabitha.

Would you believe me if I said cake?”


John(7th Floor): “What kind of cake is that? It looks good.”

It's a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake.”

John: “Awesome, lets get eating!”

Will you do the honors and cut the cake Frank?”

Sure. If you get me another beer.” Frank takes the last swig out of his beer bottle, holds it up and wiggles it at Tabitha, and then tosses it towards the bin of empties near the kitchen. His coordination not what it was earlier in the evening, it misses, bounces off the edge of the counter and shatters on the floor in front of the fridge.

Nice shot Shaq.”

And that's why we don't throw glass bottles in the apartment. You'll have to wait for your beer until I clean this up now.”

Fine, but then I'm not cutting the cake.”

Just going to let it melt into a mess?”

And what If I am?”

Rosemarie: “I'll cut it.”

You don't have to.”

Rosemarie: “I don't mind. Scott's salivating is disturbing anyway.”

Scott snaps his jaw shut. “It's such a good cake.” He whines.

John: “Nothing wrong with a little drool. Happy Birthday Billy!”

Drool. Just what I always wanted!”

Sara is helping Rosemarie, taking the candles off the cake. “Who's idea was it to put fire on an ice cream cake? It's just going to melt faster.”

What if Billy wished for his ice cream to never melt?”

Then I imagine he'd be pretty disappointed.”

Rosemarie: “Okay sugar, here's the first piece.”

Oooh, me next!” Scott says, taking the next piece of cake when Rosemarie puts it on a plate.

Frank runs by and snatches it out of his hands. “Nah nah na nah nah!”

Thief! Felon! Rogue!”

Oooh, nice synonyms there. Did Starbucks print a dictionary on the back of the cups this month?”

No. The Akeela and the Bee cups are long gone.” Scott says, sticking out his tongue at Sara.

Hey Frank! I've got your beer here! Beer! Ice Cold Beer!” Ann shouts across the room, holding the beer by the stem and waving it at Frank.

Frank turns to look, and as he does, Mike accidentally bumps into Ann and she drops the bottle. It cracks as it hits the hard floor, and the beer spills out into a puddle.

Frank grins. “Ha! At least mine was empty. Alcohol abuse!” As Frank is distracted by the mess, Scott steals his piece of cake back.

Mike: “Sorry Ann, but boy, you guys really are a bit clumsy aren't you?”

Ann glares at Mike and he gets the hint and walks away to mingle with someone else.

Ann cleans up the mess, and the night winds on. The cake is served and eaten, and Billy opens his presents happily, enjoying the surprises. Lots of booze gets consumed, and before long people are slurring “Goo-Night, Haapy Birthday Bill!” and stumbling back to their own floors and apartments. Billy and Rosemarie are cuddled on the coach, just zoning out. Frank and Scott have a different sports highlight show on each tv, and Tabitha has fallen asleep at the table amidst the empty beer bottles that didn't make it into the bin. Ann and Sara are cleaning up the kitchen, except they both are having trouble standing.

Great party tonight. We should do this again don't you think?”

Well, You and Frank both having birthdays next month right? I guess we could do this again.”

Yeah lets. I bet nothing goes well with turning 24 like an Abita Purple Haze.”

Purple beer? That'd be pretty nasty if you drank too much.”

Ugh! Why is your first thought after beer, vomit?”

Could be because I feel like I had too many beers. Or just that purple beer sounds nauseating.”

Maybe we should stop sponging.”

Sponging? That sounds naughty.”

Lucky Scott wasn't paying attention then. I meant we should stop No more sponge. Just bed.”

Bed sounds mighty awesome. Did you know a sponge supposedly isn't three dimensional? It's only like 2.83 dimensions or something.”

Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”

No! Really! I went to this lecture about dimensions once. There are supposed to be 11 I think, but most of them are on the microscopic level.”

Ann groans and grabs onto the counter. “I think the rum in my tummy isn't agreeing with your physics talk. Too complicated for such a smooth and simple beverage.”

Okay okay. Chemistry then?”

No! All I know about chemistry is that the chemistry of my blood contains lots of booze and I need to lay down. Goodnight everyone!” Ann shouts, startling Billy and Rosemarie. They follow Ann's lead and slowly rise and head to bed. Sara walks over to Frank and Scott and sits down.

So how did the Braves and Phils do tonight?”

(Is the occasional mention of random bit people confusing? I've mentioned Mike and John before, but should I put in more information about them when I post, at least to remind everyone who they are? Feel free to comment or email us if anything is confusing or you have an idea about how to make anything more clear)


Starr01 said...

Names are not confusing; the story reads nicely.
Happy Belated Birthday!

Artful Dodger said...

So was his B-Day this weekend or last? Anyways Happy B-Day Billy!! Welcome to the 26 club.

Tucson or Bust said...

The yellow text is almost completely illegible against a white background. Please don't use yellow!

Anonymous said...

You could have links to pages for names explaining who's who.

Ann said...

Oddly, the yellow text is completely readable when I compose it. I'll have to use a different color.

A link to an index might be agood idea too.