Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Is This The Real Life?

"Maaamaaaa Just killed a maaaann! Put a gun against his heaadd. Pulled my trigger now he's deaaadd. Maaamaaaa! Life has just begunn! Now you've gone and thrrowwwnn it all awaaayyy."

In a drunken stupor, Lauren and I sat on the black velvet couch with our bodies strewn across each other, belting out Bohemian Rhapsody.

Why were we drunk? My dear friends, the real question is, why weren't we drinking more?

It's a Friday night, and we're currently hanging out in our hotel room of the Hilton in Reno, Nevada. 

I still probably haven't answered your question as to why we're alone in our hotel room, drunk off our asses on a Friday night. 

Well, Steven and Joe went out with Tom, Brad and Joey to settle something with their sleezy manager Frank, while everyone else had something to do. 

Carla and Alec went out on a little double date with RJ and Marissa. Gavin was off hooking up with some chick he met 5 minutes ago, while Connor was out getting food with Ryan and Jordan. 

This left Lauren and I alone with our baby girls for the night. 

Since it was about 11:30, Beth and Alaska were both asleep in the master bedroom of our suite.

Scratch that… This left Lauren and I, alone. 

So, the very wonderful idea of splitting a bottle of wine and gossiping sounded quite appealing. 

I could've sworn I was Jesus because, at some point during the night, I turned the wine into whiskey. 

"Maaamaaaaaaaa! Oooohhhhh! Didn't mean to make you cry… If I'm not back again this time tomorrroowwww… Carryy Onnnn, carry onnn."

In a fit of drunken laughter, I finished my glass of whiskey, and went to pour myself another, while belting out the famous operetta verse. 

Ironically, in my blurry vision, I did actually see a figure standing in the doorway. 

"I see a little silhouetto of a man!" I giggled, spilling a tad bit of whiskey on Lauren's jeans, to which she only replied by adding the next line.

"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the fandango?"

"Thunderbolts and lightening!" I squealed, taking a swig of the caramel coloured liquid. "Very very frightening meeee!" 

"Galileo!"

"Galileo!"

"Galileo!"

"Galileo!"

"Figaro!"

We laughed wildly as we belted out the final note simultaneously. "Magnificooooooooo!"

"I think you ladies have had enough to drink…" Joe and Steven strolled in to the room, dropping their bags. 

Lauren and I looked at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

"Bismillah!"

They both grinned and laughed at our moronic stupor, while walking over to the living room area where Lauren and I sat. 

Steven knelt down in front of me and took my head in his hands, kissing me passionately. 

As he pulled out of the kiss, he walked over to the kitchenette to get a bottle of water. 

"So you think you can love me and leave me to die?" I feigned despair, laughing wildly. "Oh baby, can't do this to me, baby!"

He laughed and returned to my side with two bottles of water; one for Lauren and I.