Busted
Last night Paul and I went to karaoke at Oscar's with Adam to celebrate the end of finals. I drank coffee, lots of coffee. Too much coffee. I dont' really drink it at night anymore.
On the way out of the parking lot a state patrol passed going the opposite direction.
Before I know it, its behind me with lights on. And I'm kinda freakin out trying to figure out what the hell I did wrong as I'm trying to find a place to pull into.
Apparently the jeep has no license plate on the front. I didn't know this. And as I'm explaining that its not my car, I get asked if I'd had anything to drink or how many I had to drink or something like that.
Me, little miss designated driver herself.
The patrol, although very polite and respectful as they always have been to me, was clearly disapointed. Of all the people they chose pulling out of that parking lot, they wasted their time on me.
Just a verbal warning and they congratulated us for being responsible. I just wonder how many drunks drove by while they were pulling me over.