Here's your prompt: Pretend you are a recovering alcoholic who falls off the wagon while attending your high school reunion. Start your story with “I hadn’t had a drink in nearly 10 years” and end it with “If only I could remember where I left my pants.”
I hadn't had a drink in nearly 10 years. If someone told me that I would be able to go that long without alcohol 10 years ago, I'd think they were crazy. To be honest, I'm glad I stopped drinking; it made me realize that it wasn't the only way I could have fun. I would later go on to marry my beautiful wife and have two equally beautiful daughters with her.
When my childhood friend, Mike, told me about our high school reunion that was coming up, I was more than sure that I could handle the sight of alcoholic beverages; I wouldn't even take a sip. I was excited to be going to my class reunion, I couldn't wait to see people I hadn't seen in nearly 20 years.
Fastfoward a month later, there I was! I walked into a huge, wedding reception like room. A big banner across from me read "Class of '94. Those words alone brought back a lot of memories. As I made my way through the room, I said a few words to a couple of people, just small talk. I recognized some of them, but I had no clue who the other people were. I was waiting on Mike to arrive. He called me earlier and said he would be running a little late. I helped myself to fruit punch and cold cut sandwiches. Lauren White, my high school sweetheart, approached me and gave me good conversation. It was fun while catching up with her, we both had very interesting lives. After an hour passed, Mike called me to let me know that he wasn't going to come because he had to stay home with his son. His wife was out of town and their babysitter called in sick. I wasn't really upset, I was having a great time with Lauren. I told her my whole experience with drinking and how I stopped. That must have went in one of her ears and out the other because she somehow convinced me to drink three shots of hard liquor and two bottles of wine. I don't remember anything else but drinking and dancing. If I wasn't dancing, I was drinking; if I wasn't drinking, I was dancing.
I woke up in what felt like a king sized bed. I glanced up at the ceiling, it wasn't my ceiling. I turned my head to the left, there stood a night stand with a lamp on top; I don't have a night stand or a lamp in my bedroom. I turned my head to the right, there laid a woman; that woman was Lauren. I sat up and threw the covers back very forcefully, we were both naked! Confused doesn't do what I'm feeling justice. I'm praying to God that we didn't have sex, and if we did, I desperately hope that we used a condom. I didn't think once about waking Lauren up. I was trying so hard to believe that nothing happened between us, but then again, you don't get drunk and wake up next to your old girlfriend naked for no reason! My brain is being bombarded with millions of thoughts. Is my wife worried about me? Will she leave me if I tell her the truth? Are my kids ok? I can't believe I let someone influence me to act this way! I'm frantically searching the hotel room from top to bottom looking for my clothes and car keys. I can't find anything, I need to get home as fast as I can! A night of fun turned into a nightmare. If only I could remember where I left my pants.
I hadn't had a drink in ten years, but tonight I decided to be a little crazy. There was a flatscreen television on my leags, and a dog on the television, and a hat on the dog, and some other digustiing stuff on the hat. If only I could remember where I left my pants.
I hadn't had a drink in nearly 10 years. I'm glad I stopped drinking; it made me realize that there were other ways to have fun. When my friend told me about our high school reunion that was coming up, I was more than sure that I could handle the sight of alcoholic beverages. I was obviously wrong! All I remember is drinking and dancing at the reunion. If I wasn't drinking, I was dancing; if I wasn't dancing, I was drinking. I woke up in a room that wasn't mine and there's a woman laying next to me who I don't know. If only I could remember where I left my pants.
I hadn't had a drink in nearly 10 years, so that means that I haven't had any fun in 10 years. It was my sons idea for me to stop, but he wasn't home the night I went to my high school reunion, so no one was there to tell me to watch myself. Last thing I remembered from that night, was Shelly Daniels smiling at me, holding two martinins and her eyes beckoning me towards her. Now, there's blood stains all over this unkown room, Shelly's dress is on the floor, but she's no where to be found. Someone's in the bathroom and I'm ready to jet. If only i could remember where I left my pants...
@Joboogi that sounded very scary, lol!!!!
I haven't had a drink in ten years.
That's ten years that I haven't been caught up in the tempting blur. The blur that takes me from reality and all those problems. The blur that got me stuck in that rehab facility for God knows how long. Trying to get up from the couch I'm lying on (Or is it a bed? In my haze, I can't tell), all I want to do is just walk away from the situation. Pretend that nothing ever happened. Desperately trying to ignore the half opened whiskey bottle close to me, I just want to run out of the door.
And I would run out of the door.
If only I could remember where I left my pants.