The night seemed like a distant memory, as Pete suddenly realized that it was already 6:30 in the morning. He hadn't been paying attention to the clock, since his brain was running a hundred miles a minute, and he had to be at the house by 8:00, if he wanted the chance to finish his schooling. He walked back through the kitchen, as he tried to piece together the events of the night. He knew he hadn't fallen asleep, but for some reason, he couldn't recall anything that had happened within the last six hours. He could only imagine, as he stepped across the seemingly lifeless bodies draped across the living room floor. Pete noticed a half completed pyramid of beer cans on the coffee table, along with two empty bottles of tequila and three bottles of whiskey, scattered amongst the bodies on the floor. "Damn, how much did we drink last night?" Pete wondered, as he pulled Mike out from in front of the toilet, where he had passed out after puking his guts up, the bottle of vodka still pouring out onto the bathroom counter from where it had been knocked over. He stripped down to take a shower, not wanting to go home smelling of alcohol and vomit, only to find as soon as he opened the curtain, another casualty of the night before, lying half curled in the fetal position, in the bottom of the tub. He quickly threw his clothes on and hollered at Jeremy, who was working on a model car in the kitchen. "Help me move your brother, will ya," Pete requested, knowing there was no way he was going to be able to move Bob by himself. They carried Bob to his bed, then Pete jumped in the shower and changed clothes before heading back up the road, where Randy and Gwen would be waiting for him.
It feels so good to be clean again, Pete thought to himself, as he stepped from the shower to dry off. He quickly got dressed, since he only had 15 minutes to get back before Randy and Gwen would leave him. He told everyone goodbye and then proceeded to walk out the front door. As soon as he opened the door and went to step outside, Pete noticed something was different from the night before. He then stepped directly into a snowdrift, which was completely hiding the steps, causing him to loose his footing and fall facefirst onto a groundfull of snow. They had acquired approximately 4 inches already, and it was still coming down. Pete brushed the snow off, then went in the house to let Randy know it would take a few more minutes to walk up the road, since it was covered in snow. "Take all the time you need, we can't leave until this state of emergency is lifted," Randy told him, explaining that because of the amount of snow and the already poor driving conditions on the winding country roads, they could possibly be there another week.
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Created on 4-21-08
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