So Monday night was awesome.
Enough said, you probably don't want to hear the dirty details (or maybe you do?
) but it's much better left to the imagination.
Yesterday I didn't do anything too productive, I started working on a Chrstmas gift, I hung out with Sean (who I really am starting to become fond of), and cleaned my apartment.
I met up with Mike at a bar right down the street, McKelly's. We finished a little more than two pitchers (some guy next to us gave us an extra pitcher because he had to leave, and we didn't get to finish all of it), and played some pool. Mike is a great pool teacher, I won the second to last game and the last game I finished with one ball on the table, and Mike was playing REALLY well. I was proud of myself. Then we decided that we were gonna drive home, because it was a street away.
As I'm pulling into a residential street I notice two cars directly behind me. I assumed that one of them was Mike because he was following me. Then all the sudden one of the cars turns on red and blue flashing lights (it was an undercover cop car, so I didn't know until it was too late). I pull over and the cop makes me do a series of tests and then pulls out the breathalizer. Meanwhile I'm rambling about how I was the "designated driver" and I only had a beer at the very most.
He then looks at me and says "Are you sure you only had one beer?" and I say, "Yes, I did. But I just turned 21 and i don't drink very much. Plus, I'm a lightweight."
The cop then looked at me and laughed and goes ,"Yeah, you must weigh, what? 90 pounds?". He then informed me that if I'm going to be the designated driver from now on that I need drink less than a beer, because I almost blew the legal limit. Almost. He then told me that he pulled me over because he wanted to let me know that one of my back lights was out and then he wished me a good night.
I get back to Andy's, shaking and just in utter shock, and Mike comes running up behing me. I guess he saw me get pulled over and freaked out, didn't want to wake up Andy because he figured he'd freak out, and threw his keys on the ground and started running to where I got pulled over. I don't know what he was going to do, he said he was going to do the whole , "Hey this is my girlfriend, what's going on?" thing but then he saw the cop leave and he was confused and ran back. Mike is a riot.
So I guess no more driving late at night. And after a few drinks.
I'm not realy looking forward to Christmas.
But I AM looking forward to New Years.
Enough said, you probably don't want to hear the dirty details (or maybe you do?
) but it's much better left to the imagination.
Yesterday I didn't do anything too productive, I started working on a Chrstmas gift, I hung out with Sean (who I really am starting to become fond of), and cleaned my apartment.
I met up with Mike at a bar right down the street, McKelly's. We finished a little more than two pitchers (some guy next to us gave us an extra pitcher because he had to leave, and we didn't get to finish all of it), and played some pool. Mike is a great pool teacher, I won the second to last game and the last game I finished with one ball on the table, and Mike was playing REALLY well. I was proud of myself. Then we decided that we were gonna drive home, because it was a street away.
As I'm pulling into a residential street I notice two cars directly behind me. I assumed that one of them was Mike because he was following me. Then all the sudden one of the cars turns on red and blue flashing lights (it was an undercover cop car, so I didn't know until it was too late). I pull over and the cop makes me do a series of tests and then pulls out the breathalizer. Meanwhile I'm rambling about how I was the "designated driver" and I only had a beer at the very most.
He then looks at me and says "Are you sure you only had one beer?" and I say, "Yes, I did. But I just turned 21 and i don't drink very much. Plus, I'm a lightweight."
The cop then looked at me and laughed and goes ,"Yeah, you must weigh, what? 90 pounds?". He then informed me that if I'm going to be the designated driver from now on that I need drink less than a beer, because I almost blew the legal limit. Almost. He then told me that he pulled me over because he wanted to let me know that one of my back lights was out and then he wished me a good night.
I get back to Andy's, shaking and just in utter shock, and Mike comes running up behing me. I guess he saw me get pulled over and freaked out, didn't want to wake up Andy because he figured he'd freak out, and threw his keys on the ground and started running to where I got pulled over. I don't know what he was going to do, he said he was going to do the whole , "Hey this is my girlfriend, what's going on?" thing but then he saw the cop leave and he was confused and ran back. Mike is a riot.
So I guess no more driving late at night. And after a few drinks.
I'm not realy looking forward to Christmas.
But I AM looking forward to New Years.
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when are you heading for tucson for xmas?...maybe we can all go and get some dinner tomorrow night