Here I Am!

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann

Subject: Ann's e-note

I'm not at home, but I read my roommates' post searching for me, and decided to leave an e-note instead of responding directly. At least this way they won't make fun of me using whole pads of post-its for my note. I feel like Nemo after reading the post; Tabitha as the father clown fish, and Scott as Dory.

First I want to say thank you to the Barmaid and hope she's okay after her last post. We got more traffic from her link to our blog Sunday than we'd had all of the previous three months, and I think we may have even snagged a regular reader or two.

I've had a busy week, and certainly a better one than the Mets. (Sorry Sara) I've got two big surprises, which I don't want to reveal in this note, but if you're all in for late night snacks and drinks at Catalina's Friday night, I'll meet and explain it all to you there. Frank and Sara, you guys aren't headed to one of the subway series games this weekend right? Both surprises will be explained when I show up, although they're not related in any way.

I visited my parents out on the island. I was briefly hanging out with an old boyfriend, who it turns out only actually missed one part of me. I had some of my mother's delicious ravioli, and caught up with my family and read some books I'd been meaning to read for a while. I really enjoyed Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, I'd been meaning to read that since Sara lent it to me after we saw the Da Vinci Code.

I left my job at the library, which is what allowed me the time to visit my parents. The job wasn't bad, and I wasn't worried about being stuck under a pile of Harry Potter books, (excellent visual there Scott, thanks.) but it was time for me to move along.

My writing ambitions have picked up again, and I think a lot of it has to do with making myself write this blog. Having my roommates help out with it has been a great relief too. I was discussing the blog with an old friend, and she mentioned that our lives resemble the tv show Friends in many ways. She suggested I should write a script based on the blog, like a Friends episode. I've never written anything in that format, but I might try it just for the sake of trying something new.

I have been coming and going at odd hours, especially since I haven't wanted to pay the peak LIRR train fare to go out on the island. However, I have indeed seen my roommates this week, even if they haven't seen me. I'll leave the details for discussion over drinks Friday night.

Stalking the Barmaid

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

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

Subject: Stalking the Barmaid

“Doesn't that Barmaid live somewhere around here?”

“I don't know, she doesn't exactly publish her location.”

“There are clues though.”

“Sure, how many bars could there possibly be in New York? I'm sure if you just go to each one you'll find her in no time.”

“Well there are clues to what neighborhood. That narrows it down, and there are a couple of us, we each hit three or four bars a night, and maybe we get lucky.”

“I'm not going barhopping by myself to find some random girl from the Internet!”

“That's your loss.”

“Okay, lets hit a couple and check it out. Are you going to come with Tab? It'll be just like going barhopping anyway.”

“No thanks. I'll just stay in tonight.”

“No fun! Let's go, you coming Frank?”

“Sure, not like I have anything better to do.”

“Sara?”

“Umm...No. I'm still hungover from those three margaritas you forced on me at lunch.”

“Ann? Oh, Ann's not here? Where is she? She's always been fond of stalking. Oh well, lets get going.”

The next morning...

Frank emerges from the bathroom. “Note to self, once you start reaching double-digit beers, it's time to stop.”

“Stop drinking or stop counting?”

Frank burps. “Probably both.”

“I think I have heartburn. I vaguely remember ordering food at every place we went.”

“Every place? How many places did you go to?”

“Well..I uhh..I don't know.”

“Well, that's a good sign. When you can't remember where you've been, you've usually been nowhere good. Did you actually find her or can you not remember that either?”

“I think we'd remember if we found her. Wouldn't we? I'm not sure.”

“I remember nachos, a corn dog, and potato skins. That's at least three bars.”

“Mozzarella sticks. I definitely remember those.”

“So four. Which blocks did we decide to walk down?”

“Well, we definitely went downtown. I distinctly remember turning left at the corner.”

“Yes, we definitely turned left, but we went to the other corner and turned left to go uptown!”

“No! We saw the moon as we were walking, so that must've been south.”

“What? How does that make any sense? Do you have any idea if the moon was in that part of the sky last night?”

“I'm sure. It was just hanging up there in the sky, I remember thinking it was bright and full.”

“Are you sure we didn't just go to a bar with 'Moon' in its name?”

“I don't think there are any bars like that near here.”

“Frank said he had a lot of beers, maybe one of them was a Blue Moon?”

“Yes! That does sound familiar!”

“So does that mean Frank was right and we went uptown?”

“Oh, I don't know. I barely remember anything.”

“You guys don't even know if she was working last night do you?”

“Well, if she updates her blog about last night we'll know.”

“You'll know she was working, but that won't help you remember if you were there or not.”

“I think this was a pretty hopeless quest. You guys don't want to do this again tonight right? I don't think I could handle that.”

“A little hair of the dog will do you good.”

“I'm out too, I can't do that every night. If we're meant to find her, we'll find her by accident. We shouldn't be stalking her anyway, that's not nice.”

“She's a Yankee fan anyway, why would you want to find her?”

Frank sticks his tongue out at Sara. “I need more Yankee fans in my life after living with you and your Mets for these 15 months.”

“We just need another television in the living room so we can have both games on, rather than doing that picture in picture stuff and fighting over what game gets the focus.”

“You know, that's an excellent idea!”