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?

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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.”

Trash Talk

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Subject: Trash Talk

“I see the Mets are making a habit of this September collapse thing.”

“Can it curse boy. The Mets are still the wild card leaders.”

“They were in first place this time last year too.”

“And Yankee games still mattered!”

“Can't win them all. So we have to wait another year for 27.”

“Yeah..good luck with that. Didn't Carl Pavano win more games than super rookies Hughes and Kennedy?”

“Big moves coming this offseason.”

“At least the Mets aren't talking about the offseason yet.”

“Give it another day.”

“We'll see!”

“We will. I wouldn't miss collapse part two for the world.”

Failure to Drink

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

Subject:  Failure to Drink

 

“Come on, it’s raining harder now!”

 

“Beer.  It’s rain or shine, we can’t back out now!”

 

“No one ever died from being a little wet.  Drink another beer and we’ll be fine.”

 

“I do agree, it’s raining.”

 

“And the sky is blue, and that couple over there is really in to each other!”

 

“Wow, they’re really going at it.”

 

“I guess that’s one thing to do while we wait.”  Frank eyes Sara.

 

“Get those dirty eyes off of me!”

 

“Really now, we’re going to spend the next four plus hours standing in the rain drinking tiny glasses of beer and waiting in line?”

 

“You’re so pleasant when you’re wet Tab.”

 

“That’s what she said!” Frank yells.

 

“Good one Frank!”

 

“I’m singing in the rain..Such a ..”

 

“Oh my god! Stop singing!”  Sara shoves Ann.

 

“Yeah, stick to the writing Ann.  You can’t carry a tune.”

 

“This line to get in is so long! I want my beer!”

 

“Can we please go somewhere and drink inside at least?  Do we really need to drink in the rain? Is the beer here really that good?”

 

“Okay, Okay . Fine.  Let’s go fine an indoor bar.  SoHo, or around here?”

 

“Let’s just get inside and dry off.  We can always move uptown later.”

 

“I guess if we’re drying out, I’ll get a dry martini.”

 

“Are you 80?  Do people are age drink dry martinis?  Do you even like gin?”

 

“Gin? That’s what they put in martinis?  Weird.”

 

“I’m in the mood for a Cosmo.”

 

“Cosmos all around!”

 

Scott looks at Billy and Frank.  “Are we okay with drinking cosmos?”

 

“They are a little girly.”

 

“Looks like the Mets are going to make the Playoffs.”

 

Scott and Frank grunt.

 

“Okay, that’s manly enough.  I guess we can have Cosmos.”

 

“That was…special.  Come on, there’s a bar over there.”  Tabitha leads them into a nearby bar.

 

“Crowded.  Looks like we’re not the only ones getting out of the rain.”

 

“I guess alcohol is alcohol.  Beer is beer.”

 

“That may be the smartest thing you’ve said all day.”  Sara says sarcastically.

 

“To make up for it, we can go to Brewtopia at the Javits Center.  I think it’s in early November.”

 

“You saying you weren’t going to suggest we go there anyway?”

 

“Beer tastes different in November…we’re obligated to be there.”

 

“You’re not going to rest until you’ve drank everywhere in New York, are you?”

 

“Maybe not even then.”

 

Beer, Lots of Beer

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

Subject: Beer is Good! Beer is Good!

We’ve always been friendly to the new drinking holidays. We went to Brewfest last week, and we celebrated Repeal Day in December. This year there is a whole craft beer week starting with Brewfest, having beer specials and bar crawls all week and culminating in the Manhattan Cask Ale Festival the following weekend.

“You guys psyched for Craft Beer Week?!”

“You bet!”

“I actually am. They’ve really went all out. Bar crawls, beer festivals? If I still have a liver by next weekend..”

“It’s supposed to be a nice day. Wind in our hair, beer in our throats.”

“I don’t know if I’m up for any of those bar crawls all week though.”

“Oh you wuss. We don’t have to get completely trashed Every night. Some nights we can just chill and enjoy beer specials.”

“Yeah, that’s true. I enjoy all the cask ales actually. They’re usually so different. Very unbeerlike.”

“So we’re going to spend this weekend, most of this week, and next weekend pigging out on beer? I have to be honest..that sounds like a normal week.”

“Are you trying to ruin it? It’ll be a blast!”

“Eh.”

“Aww..is little Annie grumpy?”

“Little Annie..haha. I like it.”

“Repeat it and die.”

“I think someone needs a beer.”

“Lucky we’re going to get some then.”

“And on Sunday we’ll get more beer, and mead! At the Renn Faire.”

“I almost forgot we’re going to the faire! I love that place, but I haven’t been in years.”

“That’s right. On Sunday we will time travel back to the middle ages.”

“I wonder if I’ll have cell reception.”

“You can’t use a cell phone in the middle ages! That’s just wrong!”

“I’m not going to use it much, I just need to check the Mets score once or twice.”

“Or 18 times.”

“You’re lucky, you don’t have to worry about the Yankees score. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Lucky that they’re eliminated…I’m not sure lucky is the right word.”

“So beer this weekend. What are we doing tonight?”

“Beer?”

Tabitha and Ann together: “No!”

“Oh alright. We’ll have a sober night.”

“We’ll try to keep you distracted from the withdrawal.” Frank jokes.

“My hero!”

Beer Garden

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Subject: Beer Garden

“There! Quick, grab it!”

Frank maneuvers through the crowd and quickly sits at a table of a recently departed group of Asian guys.

“Good grab.” Ann says, sliding into the table across from Frank. “I hate when we have to stand here, makes it hard to have more than one pitcher of beer at a time.”

“We haven’t been to the beer garden in ages. This place is great!”

“It is nice to drink in the fresh air once in a while, instead of those dank, dirty bars. Guess it’s one of the few nice things about Queens.”

Sara coughs as a cloud of cigarette smoke drifts by. “Well, semi-fresh air anyway.”

“Where’d Billy go?”

“Presumably to get us our first pitcher of beer.”

“Nope. Food.” Ann points out Billy on line outside the food tent.

“Fine, I guess I’ll get the first pitcher. I shall return.”

“I’m going to join Billy, I want some food in me so I don’t get too drunk.”

“Anyone want anything?” Tabitha asks as she gets up.

“Nah, I ate already.” Sara says, as Ann and Scott shake their heads.

“Did we remember to bring cards or a game or something?”

“I’ve got a deck of cards. We should’ve brought Killer Bunnies!”

“Bunnies? You know someone would just spill something on it and ruin the cards. Ann can be such a clutz.”

“Thanks. We could’ve brought UNO or something. That’s simple and mindless.”

“We’ve got cards, I think we can manage.”

“We could make like that table over there, and play Jenga!”

“Drinking Jenga? I wonder how that’d work?”

“I don’t think it would. After a little while I can’t imagine any game lasting long.”

Tabitha and Billy return carrying plates of food. Tabitha has a veggie burger and fries, and Billy has two foot long bratwursts and fries.

“Didn’t pour me a beer yet? You’re slacking Frank!”

“I’m still trying to decide what kind of joke to make about you eating those gigantic brats.”

The usual shenanigans continued from there. Before we knew it, the sun had set and we were on our 5^th pitcher of beer. 7^th pitcher of beer? Before we knew it, we’d lost count of how many pitchers of beer we’d drank, and how many French fries we’d thrown at each other. Somehow we’d ended up playing Rummi 500 of all games.

“I’m still waiting for a third three. I can’t believe we haven’t come across it yet.”

“I think we lost a handful of cards to the spilt beer pitcher of game two.”

“Did we only lose threes? This is insane!” Tabitha exclaims, as she draws a card from the deck.”

“Well, the odds of two of the seven cards we lost being threes would..”

“No math! This isn’t poker and we’re drinking, not mathing!”

“At least we don’t have a silly ‘asshole hat’ made out of napkins like that table of college kids that stumbled out of here 40 minutes ago.”

“Aww, I thought the hat was cool!”

“I really thought there weren’t supposed to be drinking games here.”

“I think they just mean take over the tables and play huge games of beer pong.”

“Better this way anyway, I rock at beer pong and you would’ve been embarrassed.”

“Don’t be so sure!”

“Aren’t we a little old for beer pong?”

“You’re never too old for beer pong!”

“You and Scott will be playing beer pong in your retirement homes I’m sure. One more round? Or should we stumble out of here?”

“Should we stop at that diner before getting on the train?”

“Are you really hungry after those two giant bratwurst?”

“That was..hours ago! The diner’s supposed to be good.”

“Can you taste anything anymore? We’ve eaten there before..I just don’t remember if it was good.”

“I don’t remember being disgusted with it.”

“I don’t think I remember it at all.”

“All the more reason to try it again.”

“Why not? We know better than to get between you and food anyway.”

We got up and made our way down (or was it up?) the street to the diner. I remember someone ordered pancakes, but not much else. Billy’s insisting that it’s the best diner he’s ever eaten at in the City, but I think he’s ashamed to admit he doesn’t remember much either.

(Has anyone noticed the blog acting weird? It seems like it’s combining posts so that text doesn’t match the titles and screwing up in IE (and chrome Sara tells me).)

100 years of Chocolaty goodness

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Subject: America's Original Creme-filled Sandwich Cookie

“Hey! Look what I found! America's Original creme-filled chocolate sandwich cookie!”

“Oreos? Eh..”

“No! Hyrdox!”

“I always thought Hydrox were just a generic knock-off of Oreos.”

“Well you'd be wrong!”

“Oreos, Hydrox..all a little sweet for me.”

“I can't remember the last time I had a Hyrdox actually. I do know that the name comes from combining the 'pure' ingredients hyrdogen and oxygen.”

“For a cookie? That's kind of lame.”

“I don't really care what they call them, as long as they taste good.”

“It says '100 year anniversary' on the bag. I think they were actually off the market and the company being bought/taken over the last couple of years.”

“Weren't there something called 'Droxies' out there?”

“Sounds familiar.”

“Isn't that that candy brand they sell at Target?”

“That's Choxie.”

“So what? Oreo's are too sweet for you but you know the candy brand Target sells?”

“I don't care for Oreo's okay?”

“We're talking about Hyrdox anyway!”

“Oreo, Hyrdox.. Whatever! Give 'em here.” Scott tears into the bag and takes a cookie. “Yummy.”

“They still going with that crappy hard to seal up bags? Haven't you noticed what a wonderful job Oreos did with creating that nice peel/seal type top?”

“I don't pay much attention to bag details Tab..besides, I've never had a bag of cookies around long enough to go stale.”

“Then I guess we should give this bag of Hydrox the same treatment. Who's with me?” Scott asks, and hands out cookies.

Taco Wars

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Subject: Frank returns from Buffalo

Frank is leafing through a pile of receipts in the kitchen and cursing under his breath.

“Hey Frank! How was your trip to Buffalo?”

Frank mutters softly under his breath. “When did gas get so expensive? Hell, when did snacks at the rest stop get so expensive?”

“Where have you been man? Gas has been expensive for a while.”

“I don't think I've filled up my taken more than once a month at most in a year. I guess I never noticed how ridiculous it gets when you drive a lot. Yikes.”

“Didn't you go up there with him Sara? Didn't you pay for half the gas?”

“Yeah. He's only looking at his half of the receipts.”

“Oh.”

“Those cookies and bread you brought back were yummy though.”

“Yeah, they were. So Frank, how was seeing the old campus? Bring back memories?”

“Oh, tons. Of a cheaper time..” Frank stares off into space...then snaps out of it. “Did you know they changed the Krispy Kreme store into a Vitamin Shop!?”

“Really? That's gotta be a sin or something.”

“The Hooters is gone too.”

“Wow. Buffalo has really gone downhill since you left. At least they still have wings right?”

“Of course. The day Buffalo has no more wings is the day Canada annexes Western New York.”

“We'd probably let them have it too.”

“They can take their Tim Hortons and shove it!”

“Glorified Dunkin Donuts.”

“I would say the same about Mighty Taco. Seemed much the same as Taco Bell.”

“You should try Del Taco out in the Vegas area. Excellent! Blows both of 'em away.”

“Going to Vegas? I'm in..”

“I was thinking about going to Vegas in November actually. It's a friend of mine's birthday.”

“Should totally do it. I hear they have some awesome strip clubs out there.”

“Scott can stalk strippers..the rest of us can drink ourselves silly and lose wads of cash.”

“Except Frank..who will win mounds of moola despite being completely smashed... and then buy us dinner.”

“Anything for a free meal huh?”

“You said it.”

Exciting Plans

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Subject: The endless opportunities

“We should have some fun this Saturday!”

“Why specifically this Saturday? Win a big pot and have some money to burn?”

“If that's the case, let's have you treat us all to an expensive steak house.”

“Maybe I'm just tired of sitting in front of my computer and want to get out and have fun?”

“You? No way.”

“That'd be like Billy saying, 'No thanks, I'm full'.”

“That reminds me, I have a sandwich in the fridge to eat.” Billy pulls out a foot long sized package wrapped in Deli paper from the fridge.

“Nice Billy! We could drink at Catalina's.”

“We always do that.”

“Movie?”

“We always do that too.”

“Isn't it possible we always do these things because they're fun?”

“Can't we try something different once in a while?”

“Like..?”

“I don't know...I talked to Sue yesterday, she's moving to Fair Lawn, NJ in September and would love some help packing up her stuff.”

“Fat chance!”

“Doesn't she have a new husband to help with that? I distinctly remember a wedding to some guy a couple of weeks ago. And weren't there big burly brothers?”

“I'm surprised you 'distinctly' remember anything from that night. I wasn't sure they were going to be able to afford to move out after they got your bar tab.”

That's my secret weapon. Remembering!”

“Frank, you haven't fully remembered a night of drinking in years.”

“Oh come on! I'm not that bad! What about that night two weeks ago when we went to the bar after Dark Knight? I remember all of that!”

“That's because we mostly sat in silence watching the baseball games. Not much to remember.”

“Fine then. Next time I'll just forget whose turn it is to pay.”

“So business as usual?”

“As long as you don't whip out four aces and exclaim 'I win! You pay!' we'll be alright.”

“And no more calling me fish..man, that doesn't make any sense!”

“How did this conversation go from thinking of a plan for Saturday to making fun of me?”

“I'm good with anything. As long as it's not sipping wine coolers and playing Go Fish.”

“I'm with the no 'Go Fish' rule.”

“I suppose we'll just end up drinking, regardless. We could watch the Olympics and drink to that..”

“One drink every time someone says 'Michael Phelps'.”

“Or not..we'd be drunk pretty fast at that rate.”

“Guess we'll come up with something last minute...as always.”

“We could go to the Ren Faire..”

“Yeah! Except I think Tab's busy this Saturday afternoon. Another time.”

“Olympics and drinking...we lead such exciting lives.”