6th Floor Blog is written in a conversational style. It focuses on the life and adventures of six roommates living in an apartment together in Manhattan. For our first post and a explanation for the colors, go here.
It's Easy to Complain. Fun too.
Welcome to the 6th floor.
"Yeah, that should do it." Frank says, laughing.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: They make that in Chocolate?
"No no. Not a chocolate frog, a blog. Oh forget it." Sara grumbles.
Are You One?! Are You Two?! Are You Twenty-Six?!
Subject: Are You One?! Are You Two?! Are You Twenty-Six?!
Billy grins a very evil grin and blows out his candles.
"There's always someone that has to ask that. You can't tell or it won't come true!" Sara frowns at Tabitha.
"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.
Scott snaps his jaw shut. "It's such a good cake." He whines.
"Oooh, me next!" Scott says, taking the next piece of cake when Rosemarie puts it on a plate.
"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.
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.
"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.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Tabitha and Scott.
Me and Tabitha were milling around the apartment when someone knocked at the door. We don't get a lot of visitors at lunch time on a Friday, so we were wondering who it could be. Tabitha was closer, and less lazy, and answered the door. On the other side was a woman we'd never seen before.
We sat and discussed what to get Billy. We ruled out anything shopping related, gift cards and the like. We came up with a couple of options, and settled on Rainbow 6: Las Vegas for the Playstation 3. Billy had been meaning to buy it for a while, and hadn't gotten around to it. That's when Scott came home.
"That's not it. I'm sure they'll be here soon. I have to go." Billy walks out and passes Ann, Sara and Tabitha on the way in.
Sara rolls her eyes and ignores Frank.
"Where is everyone? I thought we were drinking tonight?" Scott asks as he walks into the living room.
"Much better. See? All empty." Scott says, holding up his glass.
"Couldn't wait huh?" Ann says, holding up the bottle of rum.
"Yo Ho Ho! And a bottle of ruuummm." Scott slurs.
"I could sail!" Scott tries to make the steering motion and trips on the edge of the couch.
"That's fine, I like surprises. Looking forward to it." Billy winks and walks back to his room.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Frank, Scott.
"11 in the side. Ahh, well have fun. Anyone else?" The 11 ball misses slightly, bouncing away.
"Maybe.." Frank pauses as he watches his ball slow, willing it to have enough energy to reach the pocket.
"I blocked the pocket at least." Frank says, putting chalk on his cue stick.
"The usual." Ann replies, watching her next shot go bad, causing the cue ball to drop into a pocket.
"Aha! Ball in hand! Don't expect to see this again!" Frank teases, as he retrieves the white ball from the pocket.
"I think you mean Waitress service." Frank says, as he sinks the first of his remaining three balls.
"Midtown? As long as it's not too far, I always fall asleep on the ride home when we venture too far from home. Wow, lucky break!" Scott says, watching Frank's ball bounce off his other ball and land in the wrong pocket.
"You caught up, but it's my shot now; all lined up." Ann says gesturing to her last remaining stripe sitting in front of one corner, and the eight ball sitting right in front of the corner next to it.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Scott.
When I got home today there was a meatball hero sitting on the counter with a note from Ann.
I bought myself a meatball hero from that sub shop down the block. I was all set to eat it when I got a call from an old friend inviting me to lunch. I figured it would be rude to eat lunch before going to lunch, so I didn't eat the sub. I don't think food tastes as good reheated, so I'm leaving this note for you so that one of you can eat it. I assume this will mean Billy or Scott, but whoever comes home hungry first can have it. I think it's 50/50 on whether Scott is intrigued enough by the smell of tomato sauce to actually read this note. Tabitha, I haven't seen my friend in a long time and I don't have to work tonight so there is a chance we stay out after lunch. And Frank, because I know you're going to ask; 'Yes Joe, it's toasted'.
For the record, I was intrigued, and hungry. The sub is now comfortably in my stomach.