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| February 28th, 2004 |
| 03.05.04 (10:34 am) [edit] |
It was a Saturday, so I was lying around on the couch all afternoon. This is my routine on the weekends whether I work or not; just sitting around and watching college sports. On this day it was St. Josephs vs. Rhode Island and UConn vs. Villanova that I was most interested in. After I had seen the Hawks of St. Joes retain their unblemished basketball season, I decided that it was time to hit the shower. For 30 minutes I lathered up to the sounds of Chingy's "Jackpot" on my surround sound. I threw on some slacks, my boots, and a red St. Johns hooded sweatshirt. This was the same red sweatshirt that I had worn when I saw my Probation Officer a few days before; that was the last time I was to see him before I got off probation on March 5th. Ok, so I shut off the stereo, grabbed a bottle of Blue Hawaiian Boone's Farm and an 18 of Miller, and headed to my Buick Regal. What a beautiful day it was to, it was 48 degrees, which felt exceptionally good after our previously cold and snowy month. I was on my way to Wayne to see my friend Bret.
A good parking spot in front of Berry Hall put my lazy ass in an even better mood. By now, I was walking with a hop; but not too much of a hop, I didn't want to shake up the bottle of Boones in my pouch. Bret was downloading some Temptations songs when I arrived. I flipped on the tv to the UConn game and cracked open my Hawaiiian treat. There's nothing like Boone's Farm at 3:30 in the afternoon. By the end of another close NCAA basketball game we were ready to go out and find some excitement. We were also a few beers and a bottle of cheap wine into our night. At this point, we headed over to my friend Joe's house. After an upset 17 point victory over Joe and an embarrassing loss to Bret in NBA Live 04, and a couple of beers, we were off to Pizza Hut. Now, this was probably our smartest move of the night. There's nothing like 10 pieces of pizza to sober a person up. At 8:30, another friend, Bobby called up Bret to see what we were doing. Once again our destination was Joe's.
At Joe and Bob's house we planned out our night. Joe was going to watch movies with his girlfriend so it was down to Bob, Bret, and me. We decided to head out to a few parties. Bob was elected to be the driver because he hadn't been drinking yet. The whole ride to the party I cracked jokes about how expensive his car is and how fast it could go. The first party we were at was a drag so we went to one above Uncle Dave's. We stayed there until about 11:00 and then proceeded back to the party we were at the first time. By now this party was going strong, so we decided to stay awhile. After numerous pointless conversations, rejections by women, and of course beers, the owners of the house decided to call it a night. Instead of going home, like Bret and I had wanted to do, we headed back to the Uncle Dave's party. This party was in full effect when we arrived. They had the beer bong flowing, music pumping, and quarters bouncing. It was the quarters game that prompted Bret to puke in the trash can. By now Bret and I had consumed quite a bit of alcohol, a lot more than Bob, but he hadn't eaten since 11:00 a.m. We assumed that, at 1:30, when we left for home that he was pretty sober.
Our final test of the night was to drive from the Riley's parking lot to Bob's house; this was 8 blocks straight north. Bob was still talking about the comment I made about his girlfriend ( a drunk girl that was all over him ) when we pulled up to the lights by the Dairy Queen. We were 2 blocks from home. "Scrreeeeeecccch!" Instead of smoothly pulling forward ,when the light turned green, Bob squeeled his tires. I looked to our right and saw a cop 2 cars back. We continued straight and the cop turned quickly to follow us. He was going to pull us over. "Should I run?," that's what I asked Bob and Bret. They said yes, so I bolted south before the cop even hit his cherries. Keep in mind I'm wearing my boots here. Also, the fact that it was Bob's expensive, overpowered car that got us in trouble. I ran south for 1 block, through yards in complete darkness. When I crossed the highway, near Dairy Queen, another cop pulled up and I headed back north. As soon as he saw me go north he followed in his car. Seeing this, I hid behind a truck and sprinted to the south again. Once there were no cops in sight, ( only a woman in a car a half a block away ) I jumped a fence and ran into the back of my friend Brent's house. "What's going on?," he asked. I told him that I was running from the cops and hid in his bathroom; then there was a knock at the door. The officer that had been chasing me demanded to be let in. After 5 minutes of the house residents telling him they hadn't seen a kid in a red sweatshirt and denying him a search, he proved his right to search ( he had the right because the woman in the car; who's name he wouldn't give us, had told him where I was hiding ) and found me. Then came another 10 minutes of arguing between the house owners and the cop, over rights, and a few hellos and goodbyes to me, it was time to go. At 4:00 a.m., I was released to my mom; after paying $400 bond. Bob was charged with DUI and MIP; he blew a .101. I got MIP and Obstructing A Peace Officer and weighed in with a .06 on the Breathalizer 3000. Bret got MIP and blew .07. Although we had been drinking for 5 more hours and had consumed way more alcohol, we both blew less than Bob. Always eat before drinking! When telling this story I get asked why I did or didn't do many things. My only answer is, " You don't think when you're drunk."
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| Hey I got this crap to work! |
| 02.02.04 (11:45 am) [edit] |
:D After minutes and minutes of frustrating attempts; I've conquered tblog.
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