SHAKE YOUR...sobriety test?
Yesterday HAD to be the greatest day of 2011 thus far. Pit band practice kicked my ass in the morning, but I didn't let it get me down.
Dale and I went down to Kingston Landing and had the BEST TIME together. It was great.
Then we went and got milkshakes. :)
Last night was the Senior dance. The "Snowball". I went solo (since Dale doesn't go to my school and Sami's a sophomore..), and I had the BEST TIME OF MY LIFE. Really, I knew everyone, and I just danced until I couldn't. I danced with everyone. I screamed and laughed and loved it all. I needed a night like that.
On the way home Old Blue (my lovely car) and I got caught in a sobriety checkpoint. The cop (state cop = dick with a badge) asked me to put down my window, and I tried to explain that they don't exactly work, and he got all frustrated and made me get out. Now remember, I was wearing a tight short dress, heels, underwear (duh), and a coat. That's IT.
Gave him my license and registration, and then he asked me to take my jacket off.
So I leaned against the back of my car feeling very awkward, with my arms crossed. I was cold.
He asked me where I'd been, where I was going, had I had any drinks (not exactly) or done any drugs (no) and then he asked me my name and address and everything. I answered kind of bluntly. I was cold, and I felt uncomfortable.
And then he asked me if I would submit to a sobriety test.
WHAT? I was sober!!!!
But I did it anyway. Took my shoes off and walked a line barefoot on cold rainy asphalt, walked it back, touched my nose, and then...he asked me to touch my toes.
Didn't appreciate the last part, with what I was wearing. Especially since I wasn't facing the officer...
...My ass was.
Hah.
Then I went to the gas station next to where I work. I don't remember what I wanted, but I left with a red gatorade and a packet of tylenol. I groaned when I saw the guy working the register. He's a creep. Comes into work on Friday nights to talk to me and one of my managers. Says weird things.
He was so disappointed when I told him I was 17. "You look like you're 25." he told me.
I KNOW I LOOK YOUNGER THAN I AM. DON'T EVEN.
I look...maybe 14.
I don't feel okay around the guy. He creeps me out. I walked all the way across the parking lot in heels (did I mention I hate heels?) and went in with my coat on. When I got to the register he smiled at me and was like, "You worked tonight?" I shook my head and he told me the total.
When I unzipped my jacket to get to my wallet, his voice changed, and not for the better.
He asked me if I was going to a party. I told him I'd been to one, and he was like, "I like parties too. We should go to one sometime. Hope you had fun."
...that's why I buy my gas at Royal Farms and not Sunoco.
CREEP.
Today is reserved for the Superbowl. I'm pullin' for the Packers.
Ya'll "squealers" fans can keep your opinions to yourself.
Dale and I went down to Kingston Landing and had the BEST TIME together. It was great.
Then we went and got milkshakes. :)
Last night was the Senior dance. The "Snowball". I went solo (since Dale doesn't go to my school and Sami's a sophomore..), and I had the BEST TIME OF MY LIFE. Really, I knew everyone, and I just danced until I couldn't. I danced with everyone. I screamed and laughed and loved it all. I needed a night like that.
On the way home Old Blue (my lovely car) and I got caught in a sobriety checkpoint. The cop (state cop = dick with a badge) asked me to put down my window, and I tried to explain that they don't exactly work, and he got all frustrated and made me get out. Now remember, I was wearing a tight short dress, heels, underwear (duh), and a coat. That's IT.
Gave him my license and registration, and then he asked me to take my jacket off.
So I leaned against the back of my car feeling very awkward, with my arms crossed. I was cold.
He asked me where I'd been, where I was going, had I had any drinks (not exactly) or done any drugs (no) and then he asked me my name and address and everything. I answered kind of bluntly. I was cold, and I felt uncomfortable.
And then he asked me if I would submit to a sobriety test.
WHAT? I was sober!!!!
But I did it anyway. Took my shoes off and walked a line barefoot on cold rainy asphalt, walked it back, touched my nose, and then...he asked me to touch my toes.
Didn't appreciate the last part, with what I was wearing. Especially since I wasn't facing the officer...
...My ass was.
Hah.
Then I went to the gas station next to where I work. I don't remember what I wanted, but I left with a red gatorade and a packet of tylenol. I groaned when I saw the guy working the register. He's a creep. Comes into work on Friday nights to talk to me and one of my managers. Says weird things.
He was so disappointed when I told him I was 17. "You look like you're 25." he told me.
I KNOW I LOOK YOUNGER THAN I AM. DON'T EVEN.
I look...maybe 14.
I don't feel okay around the guy. He creeps me out. I walked all the way across the parking lot in heels (did I mention I hate heels?) and went in with my coat on. When I got to the register he smiled at me and was like, "You worked tonight?" I shook my head and he told me the total.
When I unzipped my jacket to get to my wallet, his voice changed, and not for the better.
He asked me if I was going to a party. I told him I'd been to one, and he was like, "I like parties too. We should go to one sometime. Hope you had fun."
...that's why I buy my gas at Royal Farms and not Sunoco.
CREEP.
Today is reserved for the Superbowl. I'm pullin' for the Packers.
Ya'll "squealers" fans can keep your opinions to yourself.