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So last night was INTERESTING. I went out to Chilis with Erica. I hadn't eaten much during the day so that caeser salad did not help....I got pretty sick later on. Oh yeah, that was also after I made coconut chocolate chip cookies (not for myself). I only had one cookie and a bite of cookie dough. Yeah, I'm, I guess I tend to forget that I have stomach problems. So I was sick until about 12. In his and my usual fashion, Brandon gave me a call around 12 15 or so and asked if I wanted to go to a bar. I figured, hell, its his day off tomorrow and well, I always have the day off, and I felt better, so I picked him up. We usually alternate driving, but I wantd to drive tonight because I wanted to be in control of the music.
So we drove down to Tempe and went to Dos Gringos. I REALLY like the one down there. Of course, out of all the guys there, a creepy old man was staring me up and down. WHatdoyaexpect? So we left after each having one beer...I could've been stupid and had a margarita along with that, but I didn't. So we drove down Rural. There was a motorcycle cop behind us. Brandon told me to put my blinker on. We thought it was weird how he was staring off into space. Right after I turned onto University HIS LIGHTS STARTED FLASHING. OMG I WAS FUCKING PULLED OVER. So we had to wait to turn onto another street and pulled into a parking lot. Oh. My. God. I was so nervous. I'm glad I didn't cry though. I was full of so much nervous energy I was just laughing my ass off.
So he did the usual liscence, registration, and insurance thing. We had no idea what the registration and insurance looked like so I kept handing him thigns and he kept saying no. Finally we found them and gave them to him. Then he asked "Where are you coming from, how much did you drink, what did you drink, where are you going now". I almost said "to another bar" but that may have been a bit stupid so I said "We're just driving around Tempe". SO THEN HE ASKED ME TO GET OUT OF THE CAR SO HE COULD DO A TEST. OMg. I was almost shitting myself (ha, cookies) at that point. First of all he asked me what medication I'm on, when I last took it, what I'm taking it for, etc. I made sure to stress the Tourette Syndrome thing, just in case he knew what it was, just in case it might affect the eye test. So he did the pen test where he moved the pen and had me follow it with my eyes. My eyes twitch when I'm nervous so that was scary. But then he just sent me on my way. I got in the car and fucking screamed for joy.
I'm assuming I couldnt've been arrested because I only had one beer......
Brandon and I still have no idea why I was pulled over. Something about driving around cones and driving a foot in the bike lane and something about the right turn I made. I didn't hit any cones. The reason I was in the bike lane was because this huge car was in MY lane and I had to turn right so I could pull over! No idea. I'm just glad I didn't drink more.
Quinn, don't tell the parents. It was in the blue car, haha.
So we drove down to Tempe and went to Dos Gringos. I REALLY like the one down there. Of course, out of all the guys there, a creepy old man was staring me up and down. WHatdoyaexpect? So we left after each having one beer...I could've been stupid and had a margarita along with that, but I didn't. So we drove down Rural. There was a motorcycle cop behind us. Brandon told me to put my blinker on. We thought it was weird how he was staring off into space. Right after I turned onto University HIS LIGHTS STARTED FLASHING. OMG I WAS FUCKING PULLED OVER. So we had to wait to turn onto another street and pulled into a parking lot. Oh. My. God. I was so nervous. I'm glad I didn't cry though. I was full of so much nervous energy I was just laughing my ass off.
So he did the usual liscence, registration, and insurance thing. We had no idea what the registration and insurance looked like so I kept handing him thigns and he kept saying no. Finally we found them and gave them to him. Then he asked "Where are you coming from, how much did you drink, what did you drink, where are you going now". I almost said "to another bar" but that may have been a bit stupid so I said "We're just driving around Tempe". SO THEN HE ASKED ME TO GET OUT OF THE CAR SO HE COULD DO A TEST. OMg. I was almost shitting myself (ha, cookies) at that point. First of all he asked me what medication I'm on, when I last took it, what I'm taking it for, etc. I made sure to stress the Tourette Syndrome thing, just in case he knew what it was, just in case it might affect the eye test. So he did the pen test where he moved the pen and had me follow it with my eyes. My eyes twitch when I'm nervous so that was scary. But then he just sent me on my way. I got in the car and fucking screamed for joy.
I'm assuming I couldnt've been arrested because I only had one beer......
Brandon and I still have no idea why I was pulled over. Something about driving around cones and driving a foot in the bike lane and something about the right turn I made. I didn't hit any cones. The reason I was in the bike lane was because this huge car was in MY lane and I had to turn right so I could pull over! No idea. I'm just glad I didn't drink more.
Quinn, don't tell the parents. It was in the blue car, haha.