His Snow

It was late, we had been drinking all night. Normally I don’t allow strangers to come back to the house, but she had convinced me it would be fun. Plus one of them said he had some good snow with him and after a night like that, we could both use a bump. It had been a while since either of us had put anything up our noses so we were both pretty excited.

On the ride home my hands started to clam up and I could feel my whole body start to get hot, the anticipation was killing me. By the time we pulled up I was practically drooling, I couldn’t inside quick enough. For a moment I had forgotten how much I had drank. Luckily the grass was there remind me; withing the first few steps I tripped and landed on that nice, soft, itchy grass. Laughing hysterically, she stumbled over and attempted to pull me up, she failed. The two guys we just met at the bar were laughing pretty hard themselves but they eventually came over and helped us both up.

After stumbling around outside, I open my front door and direct everyone to the couch in my living room. There’s isn’t enough room for all four of us so I have to send one of the guys to the garage to grab on of the blue folding chairs leaning against the wall out there.

Once we’re finally situated the guy in the chair grabs a dvd case from underneath table in front of the couch and pulls out his bag of snow. I wish he would’ve told us it was hardly anything, I would’ve thought this through a little better. He pours out the small bit of snow on the dvd case and sets it on the table. It’s pretty, the light is hitting it just right; it looks like a bunch of tiny snowflakes had fallen from the sky and fell into a perfect pile.

“We need a straw or something.”, he said while he looking around for something we could use to sniff this up.

“We can use a dollar.”, she said.

“I’ve got one in purse!”

Just as she said she reached her hand into purse and started rustling around. She struggles with this for a while;

“I found one!”, she said happily.

She pulls her hand out of her purse and somehow manages to knock the dvd case off the table onto the floor. My heart skips as I watch the beautiful pile of snow fall onto the floor and everything seems to stand still. Like that moment in movies when the record stops, everything freezes, and everyone is staring at you. Awkwardly, she lets out little laugh and gets down on her knees to pick up the case. On her way down she bumps the table and knocks off the few specks had landed on it. I watched through the light and looked like snowflakes were falling, some onto her face. One of the snowflakes landed her nose. All I wanted to do was scream because she convinced to let two strangers into my home and we couldn’t get our bump.

Note to self- next time, make sure there’s enough before letting them over.