lucky

i was very lucky last weekend, but first another story from 2 thursday's ago. i went to Jazz in the Park with Brian from work, and some of his friends. Before we met up i got a big bottle of yellow tail, and partoke in another regular festivity, i seem to have a lot of festivities lately, but i have quit since my lucky night, and i will probably have festivities again when my good friend, Mr. Hemauer visits, but i digress. When i met up with them, Brian noticed immediately, since i was in a giddy mood, and my contacts were irritating my eyes. We talked for a short while about the topic, and several of his friends also enjoyed the festivity. We went on to ignore the jazz music, and sit and talk and socialize, and drink. i often get in the mood for wine during the summer, but usually decide against it, i remembered why a glass into the bottle of red wine, it simply isn't very refreshing on a warm summer day. But i toughed it out and drank about 3/4 the bottle, with a little help from sara, one of brian's friends from high school. Sara was a cute girl, and over the course of the evening i talked to her more and more, and eventually convinced her to have 2 glasses of wine, during our conversation i learned, that sara was a website graphic designer, her main interest or hobby was finding a man, and she liked all types of movies, namely anything my man likes, and she was single. i continued to talk with sara. After jazz in the park we went to flannery's, we had a few more drinks, and then everyone decided to go home, but sara wanted another drink, i was also thirsty, so we stayed. Soon after they left we started dancing, then making out, we talked intermittently, she asked if i was too drunk to drive home, she thought i was. She was also a cig smoker, and so we stopped sporadically so she could smoke another cig, it was getting close to bar time, and she asked if i partoke (yes i know it's misspelled) in the festivity that was originally discussed at the beginning of the evening, i said "yeah, every once and a while." since the topic had already been discussed, and she had already said she did it sometimes. But this time she flipped out, her mood turned completely, and started saying repeatedly, "ohhhh, i know what kinda guy you're like." She was clearly wasted at this point, and there was little rational thought or reason left that i could argue with and try to convince. Then she simply said i am not going to talk to you anymore, and just stood there silently. i left.

On last saturday night, or rather sunday morning at about 3:30 i was coming home from the bars, i was driving down st. paul in menominee river valley, i was at about 27th street. The speed limit is 35, i was going about 40, all of a sudden a car turns the corner, widely, into the right lane, my lane, i swerve quickly and take out a sign signifying the median. Fuck, i am sure i just dented my front bumper, and i have been drinking all evening, i keep going, i luckily see no lights after me, i continue on my way home. i am on Bluemound a block from my house, a cop turns on his lights behind me. FUCK. My front bumper is almost definately dented, and i have been drinking, and enjoying some festivities. i put a penny in my mouth. The cop comes to my window, asks if i know why he pulled me over, i naively say, "no." He asks if i was in an accident tonight, again i naively say, "no". He asks if i have been drinking, i say "yes i had one beer, while playing board games at my friends house tonight on prospect ave." He takes my ID, and goes back to his car, but he walks around the front of my car and bends down and examines the front. FUCK. He comes back and has me get out of my car, 2 more cops pull up, he has me recite the alphabet from A-Z, lean my head back and touch my nose, and walk 9 paces in a straight line, turn around ( i turn around using a 180 degree turn i learned in marching band, i think cops find it more impressive) and then walk 9 paces in a straight line back. i think i did pretty well, but i have had practice a few times before. He asks me one more time if i was in an accident tonight, this time i tell the truth, and retell the story with as much detail as possible. He tells me to go back and sit in my car. He comes back and tells me that someone saw me take out the sign and they recorded my license plate ( i'm guessing after someone called in my license plate, then they found my address, and had a cop go and wait near my house for me to get home) , he tells me that i am lucky i told the truth, cause he was going to arrest me if i hadn't. He asks if the address is correct on my license, it is, he says an accident report will be sent to my house, and i am free to go. i get home and take the horseshoe out of my ass.