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I must say that I almost considered getting rid of this thing altogether but I figured that since it's before 7am (!!!) and I've just had the most hilarious weekend, it is post-worthy.
I, ladies and gentlemen, am a criminal.
I wish I could say that I was arrested for something tough, like punching someone in the mouth or taking a kid's lunch money or something, but alas! I am but a naive college student who lacks, how you say, "street skills" (but I'm pretty flippin' sweet with a bow staff).
It happened much like any other Friday night. My friends and I decided we were going to have a QUIET girls night in at Elissa's, watch some movies, y'know, STUFF THAT DOESN'T CAUSE TROUBLE. So we got some movies, ran into Store 24 and got some stuff, and Elissa (who is 21) bought some Corona. You know, for a QUIET CHILL NIGHT AT HOME.
So I'm driving, and my two legal friends are holding the beer in the backseat. I learned (while in my "holding cell", so ghetto) that apparently this great state of NH has a little law they like to call "Transportation of Alcoholic Beverages by a Minor". Long story longer, I get pulled over for a dim headlight. Clearly if we had even known this law existed we would have made at least a stupid attempt to HIDE the beer or maybe even put it in my trunk, but no. We were all completely sober and the cop shines the light in my eyes, asks me to get out of the car. He asked me whose beer was in the backseat and I was completely honest with him. He proceeds to handcuff me, impound my car, read me my mirandas and take me to jail. All on Main Street at approximately 10:00pm.
A dim headlight.
So I'm laughing and crying inside as the nice officer explains why this country is so fucked up and why sober drivers like me are punished for being responsible and preventing people from getting into their cars drunk and killing people.
I have decided that these are the top 5 reasons why I make an absolutely terrible felon:
5. On the way to the police station, I chatted with the officer. Told him about the boy I like and about the five fish I bought earlier in the day and how I was SO IRRITATED because two of them had already died but I think it was because they were the last two that I had yet to name so they were buried as "goner 1" and "goner 2" and blah blah blah blah blah. It was a bonding moment.
4. When he had to search me, Officer Whatshisface (great guy, really) explained that although the term was completely cliche, I would have to "spread 'em". Without realizing it until he burst out laughing, I had put my hands on the wall and said, "ok, but I have to warn you I've never done this before". Terrible. And it's all on video.
3. I have a big goofy grin in my mugshots. So untough. I was a little T.O'ed though because they didn't even take a full body shot.
2. The officer let my friends come in and hang out while they processed my paperwork, and all three cops working came and chilled because we were "nice girls".
1. I made friends with my arresting officer.
if you'd like to see the entire collection of photos from that insane night, try http://community.webshots.com/user/krs10w under March 2005. So crazy.
But in all seriousness, I'm meeting with the UNH lawyer this week and have a courtdate in April. Because I was compliant and respectful and stuff the cop wrote something up that recommends that I am not punished any further... I've already paid over 200 dollars to get out of jail and get my car back and I'm still facing up to a 1,000 dollar fine and 90 day loss of license. It's in times like these that you just have to laugh and move on with it. Live and learn I guess.
And on a totally unrelated but equally TERRIBLE note, 4 out of my 5 new pets are dead. They live in a PALACE and have been nothing but spoiled since they got here, but apparently these fish like to bury themselves in the rocks and die for no reason. OolaBoola, the last of the Mohicans, has promptly been re-named "Solo" until he commits fishicide too. I am the worst fishmom in the whole world and this is upsetting. Thank you to Nate who has taken them out as they die to freeze them, (so gross) because Petco has a 14-day warranty or else you get your money back.
Okay. Time to get ready for class.
I, ladies and gentlemen, am a criminal.
I wish I could say that I was arrested for something tough, like punching someone in the mouth or taking a kid's lunch money or something, but alas! I am but a naive college student who lacks, how you say, "street skills" (but I'm pretty flippin' sweet with a bow staff).
It happened much like any other Friday night. My friends and I decided we were going to have a QUIET girls night in at Elissa's, watch some movies, y'know, STUFF THAT DOESN'T CAUSE TROUBLE. So we got some movies, ran into Store 24 and got some stuff, and Elissa (who is 21) bought some Corona. You know, for a QUIET CHILL NIGHT AT HOME.
So I'm driving, and my two legal friends are holding the beer in the backseat. I learned (while in my "holding cell", so ghetto) that apparently this great state of NH has a little law they like to call "Transportation of Alcoholic Beverages by a Minor". Long story longer, I get pulled over for a dim headlight. Clearly if we had even known this law existed we would have made at least a stupid attempt to HIDE the beer or maybe even put it in my trunk, but no. We were all completely sober and the cop shines the light in my eyes, asks me to get out of the car. He asked me whose beer was in the backseat and I was completely honest with him. He proceeds to handcuff me, impound my car, read me my mirandas and take me to jail. All on Main Street at approximately 10:00pm.
A dim headlight.
So I'm laughing and crying inside as the nice officer explains why this country is so fucked up and why sober drivers like me are punished for being responsible and preventing people from getting into their cars drunk and killing people.
I have decided that these are the top 5 reasons why I make an absolutely terrible felon:
5. On the way to the police station, I chatted with the officer. Told him about the boy I like and about the five fish I bought earlier in the day and how I was SO IRRITATED because two of them had already died but I think it was because they were the last two that I had yet to name so they were buried as "goner 1" and "goner 2" and blah blah blah blah blah. It was a bonding moment.
4. When he had to search me, Officer Whatshisface (great guy, really) explained that although the term was completely cliche, I would have to "spread 'em". Without realizing it until he burst out laughing, I had put my hands on the wall and said, "ok, but I have to warn you I've never done this before". Terrible. And it's all on video.
3. I have a big goofy grin in my mugshots. So untough. I was a little T.O'ed though because they didn't even take a full body shot.
2. The officer let my friends come in and hang out while they processed my paperwork, and all three cops working came and chilled because we were "nice girls".
1. I made friends with my arresting officer.
if you'd like to see the entire collection of photos from that insane night, try http://community.webshots.com/user/krs10w under March 2005. So crazy.
But in all seriousness, I'm meeting with the UNH lawyer this week and have a courtdate in April. Because I was compliant and respectful and stuff the cop wrote something up that recommends that I am not punished any further... I've already paid over 200 dollars to get out of jail and get my car back and I'm still facing up to a 1,000 dollar fine and 90 day loss of license. It's in times like these that you just have to laugh and move on with it. Live and learn I guess.
And on a totally unrelated but equally TERRIBLE note, 4 out of my 5 new pets are dead. They live in a PALACE and have been nothing but spoiled since they got here, but apparently these fish like to bury themselves in the rocks and die for no reason. OolaBoola, the last of the Mohicans, has promptly been re-named "Solo" until he commits fishicide too. I am the worst fishmom in the whole world and this is upsetting. Thank you to Nate who has taken them out as they die to freeze them, (so gross) because Petco has a 14-day warranty or else you get your money back.
Okay. Time to get ready for class.