Ok, ladies and gents. Decided to make a prequel to The Morning After because I enjoyed writing it. Good morning, and belated Merry Christmas. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂
The room fills with a cacophony of deafening sounds of elation and utter frustration. Only 3 points down and 13 yards from a touchdown, the Atlanta Falcons threw an interception, with the San Francisco 49ers’ linebacker returning a touchdown. You would think that a tyrannical dictator ruled within the walls of that specific Buffalo Wild Wings restaurant, and the citizens were finally raising their voice in support of a coup d’etat. The citizens, however, included the crew you were with. Loud, obnoxious, and ignorant most often than not. Good lord I missed them, and tonight we were having a night like the good ‘ole days.
Tonight though, you gave your wife your word that this night would be her night, and nothing less. Without notice, your friends, who are spread across the United States, happen to converge in your city during Christmas. It has been a very long time since we all got together, and moments like this are becoming rare. At least, thats how you appealed to your wife’s empathetic side, otherwise you would not be here. It was not the approaching waiter, but the smell of Asian Zing-flavored chicken wings that brings you back to reality. In that moment of alertness, your mouth unexpectedly secretes more saliva than it needs. It vividly reminds you of her, and you slip into your most memorable, sexually intoxicating fantasies. Again, you’re brought back to reality by the beckoning of your friends discussing how you found Roy passed out drunk behind IHOP. “No. Passed out drunk with his face planted nicely in his own vomit behind IHOP,” you corrected. Everyone laughs more at Roy than with him.