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Stacie & I went to see Hillbilly Hellcats the other night, and I met this dude. He's a tattoo artist at Tattoo Heaven, across from Starborn (where Miss Sarah & I love to spend our time with Das Frank & most of the other boys there). Well, he invited us to Double Down a couple of nights ago. I didn't think he was too bad, he was funny at least, and she was kind of into his roommate. So we went.
We kicked back a few beers, nothing too crazy. I left about 3 because I had to work at 10 the next morning. As I was leaving, I saw a cop coming up Swenson. Since my car isn't registered, I pulled into the parking lot across the street and sat there for a minute. I was on the phone with Stacie, letting her know what was up, blah blah blah. Apparently while I was driving away I didn't turn my lights back on.
I got pulled over. I was scared out of my fucking mind. I really hadn't had that much to drink, but still. The cop asked me if I had been drinking, and I told her the truth - I'd had a few beers. She said it smelled like I had more than a few and asked me to step out of the car.
I've never done the field tests before. Believe it or not. Out of all the times I've driven drunk, I've never had to do that. She made me do the follow-my-finger deal, walk the line, and stand on one foot and count to 30. Fuck, it was scary. I was shaking because I was so cold (and scared!). She went to her car and did a bunch of paperwork stuff, blah blah blah. The dude cop that was with her was really cool, though. He asked me if I was cold and got my sweater out of my car for me. Then he started talking to me about Double Down, and how he used to love drinking at that place haha.
Anyway, the chick cop got out and told me I passed the tests... but barely. I had to call someone to pick me up and move my car. I called Stacie. She was afraid they would fuck with her since she'd been drinking too (probably more than me), but she was coming anyway. I also called Osker, the dude I was with, to see if he could come instead. Yeah, he said no. Thanks dick. Thanks a fucking LOT.
Stacie picked me up and took me home. When we went back to get my car the next day, the cop had taken the plates off, since they are suspended from my insurance lapsing for a month last year. I'm so, so lucky I didn't get a DUI, and goddamned grateful for it, but now I am in this big mess with my car. Fuck.
When things get going good for me, there's always something to kick me back down a notch. I'll get it taken care of, and everything will be okay.. it just sucks for right now. :(
I'm NEVER driving after drinking again.
PS! I saw T.S.O.L. last night. AMAZING SHOW!!!! I had such a blast.
We kicked back a few beers, nothing too crazy. I left about 3 because I had to work at 10 the next morning. As I was leaving, I saw a cop coming up Swenson. Since my car isn't registered, I pulled into the parking lot across the street and sat there for a minute. I was on the phone with Stacie, letting her know what was up, blah blah blah. Apparently while I was driving away I didn't turn my lights back on.
I got pulled over. I was scared out of my fucking mind. I really hadn't had that much to drink, but still. The cop asked me if I had been drinking, and I told her the truth - I'd had a few beers. She said it smelled like I had more than a few and asked me to step out of the car.
I've never done the field tests before. Believe it or not. Out of all the times I've driven drunk, I've never had to do that. She made me do the follow-my-finger deal, walk the line, and stand on one foot and count to 30. Fuck, it was scary. I was shaking because I was so cold (and scared!). She went to her car and did a bunch of paperwork stuff, blah blah blah. The dude cop that was with her was really cool, though. He asked me if I was cold and got my sweater out of my car for me. Then he started talking to me about Double Down, and how he used to love drinking at that place haha.
Anyway, the chick cop got out and told me I passed the tests... but barely. I had to call someone to pick me up and move my car. I called Stacie. She was afraid they would fuck with her since she'd been drinking too (probably more than me), but she was coming anyway. I also called Osker, the dude I was with, to see if he could come instead. Yeah, he said no. Thanks dick. Thanks a fucking LOT.
Stacie picked me up and took me home. When we went back to get my car the next day, the cop had taken the plates off, since they are suspended from my insurance lapsing for a month last year. I'm so, so lucky I didn't get a DUI, and goddamned grateful for it, but now I am in this big mess with my car. Fuck.
When things get going good for me, there's always something to kick me back down a notch. I'll get it taken care of, and everything will be okay.. it just sucks for right now. :(
I'm NEVER driving after drinking again.
PS! I saw T.S.O.L. last night. AMAZING SHOW!!!! I had such a blast.