Writer's Workshop: It's Like Back To the Future, Only Not Really

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Today I chose the prompt If you could relive any moment in your life, what moment would you choose? Write about it. Here goes!

I think I'd like to relive my 18th birthday. It was pretty much the worst birthday I've ever had. Why? Well, here's the story.

On my 18th birthday, my boyfriend at the time came to pick me up in his very old, very beat up truck. He was taking me to see my friend, Kelly, whom I hadn't seen in quite some time and wanted to give me a gift. Her car was in the shop, so she couldn't make it to me to deliver it. The boyfriend kindly offered to give me a ride to her. You'd think I would have known this was a bad idea because A) I'd ridden in this truck many times over the course of our 2 year relationship and B) This truck had a reputation for being temperamental. However, I put on my dress, packed my jeans and t-shirt for our plans later that evening in a bag and we headed out the door.

About 10 miles from my home, the truck started to chug. It started to smell a little like burning and we ended up pulling into a field next to an abandoned building to take a look. He crawled under the truck, let out an expletive or 5 and crawled back out. "The fuel lines clogged," he said as he wiped hibs hands on his jeans. He called his cousin. No biggie. We'll be out of here soon. Fast forward THREE HOURS. There we are, the hot Arizona sun making it's way down. His cousin pulls in. Another hour later, I am in tears and on the verge of total mental breakdown when the truck finally roars to life, better than before, and we hop in to head to Kelly's. We get there, we say our hello's, we giggle as girl's do and then boyfriend and I head out the door to our next location, to meet up with some friends for a bonfire.

We stop at a gas station on the way. As he's filling up, I change into my jeans and t-shirt in bathroom. We climb back in, and head to our destination. We've got a truck bed full of pallets ripe for the burning. We to where we are going. We hop out. He, his cousin and a few other friends start pulling pallets down while his sister and I joke around and talk. They get a fire going. The friends say, "Hey, we got some beer and some wine coolers, do you all want some?" My friend grabs one. She opens it and takes a sip and hands it to me. I take a small swallow, and hand it back. As soon as my fingers leave the bottle, the cops show up. They decide to give me, my friend and my boyfriend breathalyzer tests. Of course, since I just swallowed my mouthful, I blow pretty high. I get a ticket for minor consumption. This is not my finest hour.

Boyfriend takes me home. Sigh.

Would I change something if I relived it? Now that I look back on it, being stuck in that field for 4 hours wasn't that bad. It was kind of funny. It was a beautiful March day. It was warm and the sunset was just amazing. Sure it wasn't a birthday dream come true, but it was OK I guess. Would I change our car? No. The truck was OK. Even if it was temperamental sometimes.

Secondly, I would not have tried my friend's drink. I had to pay $120 for that little ditty and it was not cool. That money deserved a special place in my pocket and then in the cash register of whatever store I visited.