I always gotta go ahead and jinx myself...

[silentvirgo82]

Alot of drama tonight! But first, a quick recap of class this morning; had a quiz which I feel I aced like the others, yeah!!! :) Now, onto tonight... Started out by heading over to Ashley's. After that Alex called me up and said to pick him and Lindsey (Eds) up and we're gonna drink (she needed a pick-me-up... the breakup is official). So we're drinking, right? By the end of the night I killed 3 40s and Alex had 2 and Lindsey had 1 1/2. Now this is where Lindsey-the-lightweight comes out. She ends up spending like 2 hours puking in a bag as we drive around waiting for her to sober up. Now, me and Alex, being experienced drinkers and all know what we're talking about when it comes to alcohol and sobering up and so forth. We pull over and get some crackers for her to eat to feel better and help her sober up but she won't eat them because she thinks it will make her more sick and that we don't know what we're talking about... Ok, your lose. Anyway, finally we get her in her house and leave. Right as we're pulling onto the main road I fail to signal (blinker is broken) in front of a cop. I see the cop immeadiatly bang a Uie and get on my ass. I say to Alex "we're getting rolled in 3-2-1 and pop those cherries..." perfect timing too! Cop comes up and says I failed to signal, I said "no, I lit them up, it might be burned out". She checks and says it is. Then she asks for my lic and reg. I give her my states id since I'm not supposed to have my lic on me because Naperville took mine on a ticket but I went to the DMV the next day and got a new one. She then asks where I was coming from and where I was going. I answere then she says that she smells alcohol on my breath... crap. I told her I drank 1 beer about 1 hour prior and that I would be happy to do a field subrioty test if she wants. She says hold on while she runs my id, which comes up clean. Then she does the "follow my finger" thing while I'm sitting in the car. After that she says get out and do a field subrioty test, crap. The only reason I say crap is cause those things are hard even while sober, which I was anyway-- I didn't feel the slightest bit buzzed or tipsy. So we do the "follow my finger thing" again; which pissed me off because she kept moving her finger all the way out of my periphrial view and it hurt to strain my eyes like that. Then she has me do the alphabet from E to W. Then I had to count backwards from 67 to 43. I stopped at 47 and said "47, right?" She says "did you already forget" I say "wait, you said 43" and then I finished. She then asks if I've done anything else tonight because she's "sensing other drugs in my system". I say "like what?" She says "other drugs". I said I don't believe in drugs and that they're bad and I haven't done any since highschool. She asks "what and when was that" I said "weed and it was occationally before I graduated in 2001". She asks if I have anything on me or in the car and I said "heck no, search if you like". But then I remembered that there was a 1/4 left of Cuervo in my bag... crap again. Thankfully she said no it's ok. Anyway, next is the breathalizer. I smiled and said "cool, always wanted to do it". Now if I blew a .08 I would get locked up; no, don't want that! Also, if I blow over a .05 I have to leave my car and get a ride from a friend. I blew a .058... crap crap and more crap. Those things a rigged. Initially it registered as .032, then it climbed to .041, then up to .058... how bogus. Anyway, she then moved my car (after she did a little search around my seat and counsol). And they said they would take us to the station or somewhere else close by to wait like White Castle... Food it was! Unfortunatly, when we get there the lobby is closed so we're freezing outside as we try waking someone up to pick our dumb asses up. Finally after 10 minutes the cops (who were sitting in the other lot) got another call and took off. We then said it was time to take a hike. Damn, what a long hike. It was like 2 miles to the car. Then when we finally get there I discover my door isn't even locked and all of my cds are right there in plain site for anyone to take... thank God they were still there.

The real messed up thing about this whole instance is I brought it upon myself, well duh but no... Earlier that night I was saying to Alex that we see too much drama everyday and that we don't need anymore. So from now on "NO MORE DRAMA". Kinda jinxed it right there.

So yeah, I have class at 9am which I have to wake up at 7am for. It's 4:15am right now. We were supposed to be home by 12am but ended up getting home at 3:30am. Hmmmm... that's a big difference. Class is gonna drag tomorrow.

One final thought, if I blew a .058 when I still felt totally sober and all, then that means all of the times that I drove smashed off my ass obviously would've been well over the limit. Not smart... crap. So from now on I'm doing the smart thing and drinking no more than 2-3 beers, if any a night. I'm using this as my "lucky break" and "close call". What an educational LEARNING EXPERIENCE this has been.