so what did we learn tonight?
Wow, do you ever have one of those nights when things just slowly get worse and worse? Well I just did… so let me share it with you. I went to a party that a certain friend of mine was having. At first it was alright, and I thought that a little alcohol would brighten things up. However, as my 4th or 5th cup of jungle juice began to hit me… I realized that things just weren’t as fun as they should have been. I ended up doing the ‘quiet-pensive’ drunk thing as opposed to my normal ‘talkative-fun' drunk thing . Anyways, I noticed that more and more people who I didn’t like began to show up. The alcohol eventually ran out and I started to sober up.
My good friend (that I will just call ‘Ay-Buddy’) was in a slightly depressed--no wait, just plain pissed off-- mood because a girl that he has sorta had a crush on was comfortably in the arms of some other guy. Of course things didn’t exactly go any better for me either, but I’m not even going to address that issue because it’s really none of my business anymore. Anyways, a few hours later 'a certain girl' was throwing up like crazy. This certain girl happened to be someone I (and my friends) really care about, so naturally we were glad to look after her. Ok I guess ‘glad’ wasn’t the right word, but I’m just happy that we didn’t have to take her to the hospital, and that she’s alright.
At about 2 am, I had completely sobered up, and I decided to go home and get some sleep before work at 8:30 later that same morning. As I was about to leave, ‘Ay-Buddy’ asked if I could take him home because he had to work also. We hopped in my truck and drove out of 'a certain girl's ' cul-de-sac.
Before we knew what happened, my radar detector went off and two cops blocked me in. up to this point I hadn’t done anything illegal besides drink...
The cop asked us if we were drinking, because he said he could smell alcohol (which was a lie). We told him we didn’t drink, but then when he pulled out the breathalyzer, we admitted that we did drink earlier, but we were sober now.
Through some divine intervention, I actually blew 0.00!!! the cop said, “this thing must be broken, there’s no way this kid’s good to drive”. By now there were 5 squad cars, so another cop started the field-sobriety thing on me. I passed with flying colors and I was as respectful and honest as possible, but the cops were such dicks that they were determined to dig up something on us. They gave the breathalyzer test to ‘Ay-Buddy’ and he blows a .07.
Now had we been 21, ‘Ay-Buddy’ could have even driven himself home- but since we were underage, they gave him a class 2 misdemeanor and now he has to go to court.
*I would like to take a moment to point out the fact that Ay-Buddy had enough sense to get a designated driver, and legally speaking- he wasn’t even “intoxicated”.
So what have we learned from this night? Here’s just a few things:
-in ‘‘a certain girl’s’’ case: you can get plastered, meet a bunch of people and have a great time… but when you almost drink yourself into the emergency room, you somehow end up with the some ‘ol group of friends.
-in “Ay-Buddy’s” case: you can do everything imaginable just to please someone you care about, but when you throw in a little alcohol… it’s apparently very easy for them to forget all about you.
-in my case: I’ve learned cops really are just pathetic pieces of shit, and no matter how honest you are with them, they will still refuse to act in a reasonable manner. In fact, cops will usually go the extra mile to screw you over as much a possible.
-steve
p.s. are most people really as shallow as the ones i just blogged about… or do they just fail to ever learn from nights like these?
My good friend (that I will just call ‘Ay-Buddy’) was in a slightly depressed--no wait, just plain pissed off-- mood because a girl that he has sorta had a crush on was comfortably in the arms of some other guy. Of course things didn’t exactly go any better for me either, but I’m not even going to address that issue because it’s really none of my business anymore. Anyways, a few hours later 'a certain girl' was throwing up like crazy. This certain girl happened to be someone I (and my friends) really care about, so naturally we were glad to look after her. Ok I guess ‘glad’ wasn’t the right word, but I’m just happy that we didn’t have to take her to the hospital, and that she’s alright.
At about 2 am, I had completely sobered up, and I decided to go home and get some sleep before work at 8:30 later that same morning. As I was about to leave, ‘Ay-Buddy’ asked if I could take him home because he had to work also. We hopped in my truck and drove out of 'a certain girl's ' cul-de-sac.
Before we knew what happened, my radar detector went off and two cops blocked me in. up to this point I hadn’t done anything illegal besides drink...
The cop asked us if we were drinking, because he said he could smell alcohol (which was a lie). We told him we didn’t drink, but then when he pulled out the breathalyzer, we admitted that we did drink earlier, but we were sober now.
Through some divine intervention, I actually blew 0.00!!! the cop said, “this thing must be broken, there’s no way this kid’s good to drive”. By now there were 5 squad cars, so another cop started the field-sobriety thing on me. I passed with flying colors and I was as respectful and honest as possible, but the cops were such dicks that they were determined to dig up something on us. They gave the breathalyzer test to ‘Ay-Buddy’ and he blows a .07.
Now had we been 21, ‘Ay-Buddy’ could have even driven himself home- but since we were underage, they gave him a class 2 misdemeanor and now he has to go to court.
*I would like to take a moment to point out the fact that Ay-Buddy had enough sense to get a designated driver, and legally speaking- he wasn’t even “intoxicated”.
So what have we learned from this night? Here’s just a few things:
-in ‘‘a certain girl’s’’ case: you can get plastered, meet a bunch of people and have a great time… but when you almost drink yourself into the emergency room, you somehow end up with the some ‘ol group of friends.
-in “Ay-Buddy’s” case: you can do everything imaginable just to please someone you care about, but when you throw in a little alcohol… it’s apparently very easy for them to forget all about you.
-in my case: I’ve learned cops really are just pathetic pieces of shit, and no matter how honest you are with them, they will still refuse to act in a reasonable manner. In fact, cops will usually go the extra mile to screw you over as much a possible.
-steve
p.s. are most people really as shallow as the ones i just blogged about… or do they just fail to ever learn from nights like these?
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