Fortunate

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

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

Subject: Fortunate

“What's that smell?” Ann asks, walking in.

“Dinner!”

“You cooked?”

“No, Scott took care of dinner this time.”

“Ahh, so it's take out.”

“I could cook if I wanted to, but those Chinese dudes down the block do it so much better.”

“Break out the fortune cookies!”

“This is a new place actually, they just opened. How could they know our fortunes already?”

“Magical cookie voodoo, here they are.”

“Woah. Are those half chocolate?”

“They are!”

“Marble fortune cookies, this I can get on board with!”

Sara bites into a fortune cookie, and pulls out her fortune.

“I like the chocolate! Delicious.”

“Billy yanks the fortune out of her hand: You are filled up with a sense of urgency. Be patient or you may end up confused.”

Sara frowns. “What's that mean?”

“It was right! You are confused!”

“It means you are rushing around so much that you've forgotten why you're rushing around.”

“Profound!”

Scott opens his and reads it aloud. “No one ever drowned in his own sweat. What? What kind of fortune is this? I think they're defective.”

“Open your mind. It's suggesting that that you shouldn't be afraid to get a little dirty, do a little work.”

“Who said I'm afraid dirty? Not me!”

“Relax Scott, I don't think the Cookies are meant as a personal insult.”

“Passive aggressive fortune cookies? Now there's an idea.”

“As long as they're chocolate.”

“Amen.”

Dinner Delicious

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

Subject: 6^th Floor Blog Chows Down

“I apologize Frank. This meal is very yummy.”

“Told you I could do it.”

“Sorry I doubted you.”

“Me too...I'm sorry I ordered that chinese food now.” Billy says, as the buzzer buzzes.

“Love that vote of confidence. I'll get it.” Frank gets up to retrieve Billy's food.

“I can't believe you ordered food Billy! That was mean.”

“Actually, I asked Mike to ring the buzzer for me.”

“That's just funny!”

“It is pretty funny.”

Mike: “Well I thought it was funny. I offered him an old fortune cookie when he got downstairs.” Mike said as he and Frank return.

“Now Mike's sharing a portion of the food, I hope you're happy.”

“No no, eat up. You made plenty.”

Mike: “What are we having?”

“It's some sort of Cheesy Ricey Vegetably casserole.”

“Vegetably?”

“Well, if something can be fruity, why not vegetably?”

“Well..because..umm..well..I guess..okay fine. Vegetably it is. Whatever it is, it's tasty!”

Dinner or Charbroiled Disaster?

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

Subject: 6^th Floor Blog Eats Dinner

It's about 6:30pm when Billy walks in the door.

“Woah, what's that smell? What's for dinner?”

“Frank's cooking.”

“So toast?”

“Haha..no, it's a surprise.”

“Vegetarian?”

“I said it's a surprise!”

“But if I'm not going to be able to eat it I should know so I can make alternate plans.”

Tabitha hops off her stool and walks over to the stove to peek.

“Hey! Get out of here! Enforcer! Enforcer! Take care of her!”

“Sorry Tabitha.” Ann says, tackling Tabitha and pushing her into the living room.

“Dinner AND a show?” Billy says, watching Ann and Tabitha, “I'm sold.”

“You'll just have to trust I remembered you're a vegetarian Tabitha. Relax.”

“Fine.”

“I hope this turns out better than whatever you made yourself for dinner on Monday...”

“What kind of food did he make for dinner Monday?”

“I'm not sure it was classified as food. More like...rock.”

“I'm sure you've heard of 'learning from your mistakes'? I was multi-tasking and forgot to set the timer on Monday. Not a big deal. I'm paying attention now. It'll be tasty, I promise.”

“Trust me, I'm holding you to that.”

Leftovers

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha

Subject: 6^th Floor Sins: Gluttony

“Okay, help me find room in the fridge. Billy...Billy? Hey...where'd the guys go?”

“They went to Catalina's for a drink. They claim they need to unwind from the trip to Jersey.” Tabitha says, putting down a huge tray of food and hanging up her coat.

“Figures. Well, help me find room for all this food. Sue really packed us the Billy sized doggie bag.”

“There was enough to feed an army!”

“And we took home enough to feed at least a small platoon.”

“I'm sure it'll go faster than we think. Especially if we don't feel Billy otherwise.”

“We're going to have to toss stuff to make room in this fridge. Think I can take out some of these beers?”

“Probably. We don't really need to have...what is that, 30?! Beers cold at one time.”

“Beer's meant to be drank warmer than that anyway. Nix some of it.”

“Don't think Frank will be annoyed if we remove it?”

“He could've helped, instead he bolted for the bar.”

“Wow, is this a whole tray of Baked Ziti?”

“Probably goes with this entire cheesecake...sans one slice.”

“And I believe that one slice was mine..Did Sue really just pack up all her leftovers and hand them to us?”

“Certainly looks that way. I have a whole plate of deviled eggs here.”

“Those don't last long. Better put them here.” Tabitha gestures towards the counter.

“I agree.” Ann says, popping an egg into her mouth.

“Oh, a large plateful of mashed potatoes. Craziness.”

“Didn't Sue say she was going on vacation tomorrow actually?”

“Right! She's going to St. Louis with her husband. I guess that's why she gave us all the leftovers.”

“Did you notice everyone on the train eying us? I think we made the whole train smell like food.”

“Probably.”

Meet Metrocard Millie

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

Subject: Metrocard Millie

“Ugh! Gimme a quad espresso Scott.” Sara says at the register as she enters Starbucks.

“Sure Sara. Ann and Billy are over there.” Scott gestures to the corner. “I’ll bring it over for you.”

“Hey Sara! Didn’t think you were coming. What’s up?”

“Oh, you know. The usual; the MTA sucks.”

“Except the drivers.”

“You at least..”

“Bitching about the stupid celebrity announcements again?”

“Al Roker needs to shut the hell up.”

“Nah, just annoyed that my card didn’t seem to read right this morning, and then it only had 15 cents left on it. What am I supposed to do with 15 cents?”

“Give it Millie.” Scott says, as he brings over Sara’s espresso.

“Er..who is Millie?”

“You haven’t named your nipples again have you Scott? Because I’m not sure how I’d give your nipple a metrocard.”

“No. Millie’s a homeless person that comes in here occasionally. She walks around to all the subway stations and takes the discarded Metrocards hoping to find those nickels and dimes left on them. Then she takes a big pile of ‘em somewhere and gets them converted into cash.”

“Wow, they let her do that? I’d think they laugh at her.”

“I think she must be friendly with someone somewhere, or maybe they take pity on her. I don’t know. But she usually comes in here when she has a good day and gets a hot chocolate.”

“Well good for her. Reclaiming the probably millions of dollars the MTA saves by people discarding these.” Sara says, waving her 15cent metrocard at Scott.

“I asked her what the best stations were, but she wouldn’t tell me. Trade secret I guess.”

“Probably the PATH train stations. Especially 33^rd street.”

“Yeah. PATH fare is 25cents cheaper. Anytime anyone has to hop over to Jersey once they tend to end up with an extraneous dollar on their card or something.”

“I still have an odd-dollar amount from when we went to the Devils game in Newark. I’m hoping to go to another game and even it out though.”

“Well back to work guys. We should go get a beer or something tonight. I haven’t had one all week.”

“I had one already today.”

“Billy..it’s like 10am!”

“And I had one when I got home from work last night at 1am. So there.”

Billy sticks out his tongue at Ann.

“But I could always use another!”

Oblivion

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

Subject: Oblivious

It’s early afternoon on Tuesday. Tabitha and Ann are headed to Starbucks to get some coffee and see Scott at work.

“I’m in the mood for one of those syrupy, sugary frappachinos.”

“You’re still on a sugar high from Halloween aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so. The candy’s almost gone though, and then I can fight through the sugar crash and be okay I think.”

“I’m going to get a hot chocolate. Those new ones are very good.”

“Yes, they certainly are.”

“Hey look, Frank’s here!” Tabitha says, as they walk in.

“Hey Frank! What are you up to?”

“Hi there ladies. Nothing very interesting. Normal poker stuff, chasing this fish..”

“You remember to vote?”

“Vote? Crap..today’s election day?”

“How could you not realize it’s election day? Are you really that oblivious?”

“I haven’t really been paying much attention to anything but work lately. Well, work and beer.”

Scott jogs over, and skids to a stop. “Hi guys. I don’t know how you didn’t realize Frank..there has been so much election talk here today..I’m so sick of it.”

“Well, only one more day and hopefully it’ll be done with.”

“Thankfully. Although, I’m sure I’ll be bored of the teeny-brats talking about Gossip Girl and other such shows just as much.”

“You just love your customers don’t you?”

“Only the annoying ones.”

“Since you’re here, you can take our drink orders!”

“Like this one!” Scott says, ruffling Ann’s hair.

“Extra espresso shot?” Scott asks, as he walks back behind the counter.

Good Books

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Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha

Subject: Bookworms

Sara's sitting on the couch reading, and Ann and Tabitha are doing the crossword puzzle together in the kitchen.

“I think we're stuck.”

“Me too. But this is pretty good for a Thursday.”

“We did get like three quarters of it. Maybe Sara can help.”

“No thanks. I'm really into my book.”

“You're just staring into space.”

“I'm absorbing.”

“Absorbing?”

“Yeah. You know how a good book makes you sit back, and just take it all in? How you need a moment to catch up to all the good stuff you just read?”

“Aren't you reading a book about beer? What can be so complex about that?”

“It's not just a beer book. It's the Brewmaster's Table. Garrett Oliver is my new hero.”

“Who?”

“Head brewer of Brooklyn Brewery.”

“Oh, nice. It's a good book then? I'm always interested in different types of books.”

“Yeah, you might enjoy this. It's focused around beer pairing with food, but he intersperses a lot of what makes the beers different, some history, who makes them..”

“I'll read it then when you're done. I think Frank was talking about going on a Brooklyn Brewery tour.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun. Especially after reading this. The downside is I've wanted a beer virtually constantly while reading it. 7 am commute to work? Doesn't matter, I want a beer.”

“Beer for breakfast is one of the signs of alcoholism.”

“Nah, that's just Americans and Puritan heritage. Beer was always a regular beverage, it was cleaner than water. Even now, wheat beers are common with breakfast sausages in Germany.”

“So we'll make a plan to go to the Brewery then. You can wow us with all your information from the book, be our special tour guide.”

“I guess I could. At this rate, it won't be long before I'm a beer snob.”

“Getting there! At least it's less pretentious than wine snobs.”

6th Floor Blog Rocks!

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Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Frank

Subject: Opening Night at the Rock

It's Friday night and Sara Is sitting at the table with a beer and a book of second degree black belt level Sodoku when Ann and Frank come home.

“Hey guys, where were you tonight?”

“We went to the Rock.”

“The Rock?”

“Yup. You know, the Prudential Center.”

“You went to Newark? Eww..”

“Devils opening night! Hockey Hockey Hockey!”

“Ahh..I almost turned the Rays/Sox game on, but then I didn't.”

“Islanders put on a poor show sadly. They really could use a shooter.”

“Devils Win! They even looked a little rusty too. The whole game was a little bit sloppy.”

“I don't know why DiPietro didn't start.”

“Me neither. That arena is very nice though.”

“Oh yeah? I'd heard it was a nice place. Better than the Garden?”

“Hell yeah..The Garden's not exactly top of the line you know.”

“And neither are the Rangers!”

“Hey now!”

“And neither are the Knicks!”

“Better. Did you know the Knicks are actually named for beer?”

“Really? I might have to like them a little more now.”

“Yeah, the Rock was great. It was wide open and pretty spacious. Had some decent food. The only drawback is it's Newark. And the Devils.”

“Beer selections not bad, though they might play off the building being called “The Rock” a bit too much. There was a beer stand that sold only Rolling Rock, and Michelob Amber Bock, and said 'Rock the Bock'.”

“Glad you guys had fun. Maybe I'll come with you if you go again. I haven't been to a hockey game in a while.”

“Sure, we were thinking about going the next time the Islanders go there.”

“And hopefully the Islanders win that time...” Ann mutters.

Pasta Fight!

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Today's contributors are: Ann and Scott.

Subject: Noodles Noodles Everywhere

Ann is washing dishes when the timer goes off.

Beep beep. Beep beep. ...

“Scott!” Ann shouts, as Scott looks up from the television, “Check the pasta for me!”

Scott looks at Ann elbow deep in soap suds and complies. He takes the wooden spoon and scoops out two strands of spaghetti and flings them at the ceiling, where they stick.

“What'd you do that for?!”

“Pasta's done.” Scott says, pulling the inside part of the pasta pot out, and turning off the stove.

“Did you have to throw it against the ceiling? Couldn't you have just tasted it?” Ann asked, drying her hands.

“Tasting it. Now that would've been better. No big deal, I'll just reach up and ..woah, the ceiling's kinda high.”

“Get the stool.”

“Err...well uh...I kinda broke the stool last week.”

“What'd you do now Scott?”

“Billy had my hamburger...so I tackled him. He was sitting on the stool, and we kind of crushed it and bent the legs.”

“Can you fix it? Where is it?”

“No, we threw it out. It was beyond repair.”

“Well then, no dinner until you get those noodles down.”

“Doh!”

Are You Going To Watch That?

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha

Subject: Tivo Logjam

“Damn girls! This TIVO is jam packed! We need to watch some of this.”

“I thought I'd been keeping up with it.”

“I know I haven't. I actually forgot most shows had even started.”

“They had to have just started. I know It's only been on episode of Grey's Anatomy. We can't be that far behind.”

“We still have four episodes of Smallville from last season on here.”

“Oh, I'm not going to watch those.”

“I'm deleting them.”

“I don't think I finished watching Desperate Housewives last season did I?”

“There are seven episodes on here.”

“Wow, that's pretty bad.”

“What's worse, is we still have the finale to Will and Grace on here. Can I delete that?”

“No no! I want to watch that.”

“It's been years.”

“I've been busy.”

“New Private Practice tonight right?”

“I don't think you should be able to watch new episodes until you get rid of old ones.”

“That's what you said about Fringe.”

“And Project: Runway.”

“We have to overrule her on that...Once too much time passes Project: Runway isn't quite the same. It's really more of a current show.”

“Do you know what time it's actually on without consulting TIVO?”

“It's on tomorrow right? Or is it tonight?”

“I know it's on at eight.”

“I'm deleting these last couple of episodes of the O.C. The last season sucked anyway.”

“I feel like I started it, I should finish it though.”

“Tell you what, I'll download them for you. Or buy the DVD.”

“Fine.”