Comedy, Drinks, and Sobriety Tests
I went into San Francisco to see an improv comedy show last night with Ben, Juliet, Alex, Ryan, Leon, and this impressively brilliant guy who I met for the first time and whose name I don't remember. The show was surprisingly good and afterward, we went to a bar on Filmore.
I had more to drink than anyone and was apparently the only one with any intention of getting drunk. The rest of them were more interested in having an intelligent and relevant conversation, so I probably made an ass of myself.
Probably? Let's think about this: Six Berkeley students working towards their PhDs and an intoxicated Kate. It couldn't have been good.
For instance, they asked me about my job: "I heard that you just got bought out" or "Oh, have you read any of the PG Wodehouse books?" And I struggled to put together coherent sentences. How embarrassing.
More embarrassing is the fact that I don't know how many of them realized how tipsy I was and they may have thought I was just dense. It was only a few beers. I suck.
Still, I had a really great time. When we got back into Berkeley, they had set up a sobriety checkpoint. They asked Leon how much he had drunk, and he admitted that he'd had a couple of drinks. He failed to mention that this was spread out over four hours and he'd also eaten.
The officer made Leon follow his finger with his eyes and, apparently, Leon failed this test. They made us pull over and Leon had to get out and stand on one foot, touch his fingers, and do a breathalyzer. He passed, of course. We suspected that his eyes were just a little too tired for the eye test. Or they were being extra cautious.
Anyway, I took pictures.
Stand on one foot:
Uh, hold your hands out at your sides?:
This van looks suspicious:
Hooray, you passed!:
We saw the police take away a guy in handcuffs, and they also had a crashed car from MADD there for full effect. What would have been most effective, though, would be to have this checkpoint before we got on the freeway and not right after we had exited.
I had more to drink than anyone and was apparently the only one with any intention of getting drunk. The rest of them were more interested in having an intelligent and relevant conversation, so I probably made an ass of myself.
Probably? Let's think about this: Six Berkeley students working towards their PhDs and an intoxicated Kate. It couldn't have been good.
For instance, they asked me about my job: "I heard that you just got bought out" or "Oh, have you read any of the PG Wodehouse books?" And I struggled to put together coherent sentences. How embarrassing.
More embarrassing is the fact that I don't know how many of them realized how tipsy I was and they may have thought I was just dense. It was only a few beers. I suck.
Still, I had a really great time. When we got back into Berkeley, they had set up a sobriety checkpoint. They asked Leon how much he had drunk, and he admitted that he'd had a couple of drinks. He failed to mention that this was spread out over four hours and he'd also eaten.
The officer made Leon follow his finger with his eyes and, apparently, Leon failed this test. They made us pull over and Leon had to get out and stand on one foot, touch his fingers, and do a breathalyzer. He passed, of course. We suspected that his eyes were just a little too tired for the eye test. Or they were being extra cautious.
Anyway, I took pictures.
Stand on one foot:
Uh, hold your hands out at your sides?:
This van looks suspicious:
Hooray, you passed!:
We saw the police take away a guy in handcuffs, and they also had a crashed car from MADD there for full effect. What would have been most effective, though, would be to have this checkpoint before we got on the freeway and not right after we had exited.