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juldeaJust had a "wake up and be so relieved it was all a dream, you almost cry" moment.
londo and I had been walking home from something and ended up going into this restaurant/club that was still open and offering great food and BOOZE at cheap prices, so I got trashed. It was a very close-confined space. The next thing I know I'm waking up in the backseat of a car, topless, to a police officer shining a light in my face. I'm blinking and trying to gain vision in VERY gummy eyes while I'm being asked where I live, and I'm asking back where I am. Turns out that somehow londo and I ended up having to drive (?) home and since I was intoxicated, he took the wheel.
[Real life insert: he has never been behind the wheel of a car ever, and also does not have any type of driver's license]
We hadn't crashed or anything, and londo wasn't driving badly, but somehow we had been pulled over. By Arcadia police, which was apparently a teeny little town about 40 miles west of Boston, where we somehow ended up because londo got lost but didn't want to wake me up and decided to just drive. Heh. They were asking questions but since they weren't getting good answers out of messed-up me, they put us in the squad car and drove us away. They kept referring to things they had found in the car but I had no clue what any of them were; it turns out we had gotten tons of belongings mixed up with people in the restaurant (londo was even wearing someone else's pants, but this seemed fairly natural.) And of course, some of these belongings were... somehow not quite illegal, but toeing the line? There was something about drugs but there wasn't any ON us. Oh, and then the cops starting accusing me of saying some 'immoral' things about stealing and music pirating and somehow they have my laptop with a bunch of non-legal copies of things. And copies of me saying these things. Hence I have no ethics of personal belongings and must be removed from the streets, or somtehing.
So we end up being told that no one has a beef with londo (and in fact they never even asked for his license, so they didn't know he was doing anything wrong!) but that they don't trust me, and that they were going to send an undercover police escort with me for a couple days to watch over me and my actions, and then in five days everything goes public.
So I end up at dance practice with this strange slacks-and-tie-clothed man, and he's surruptitiously asking questions of all of my friends and because we're all jokesters and facetious people, y'all are accidentally saying things that make me look really bad. And of course I'm feeling horrendous and so I'm not my peppy self, and HE thinks that means I'm in withdrawl from something (not to mention guilty). And everyone's trying to ask me who he is and I'm just shaking my head in silence...
It was just horrible, y'know, my life was ruined in some undefined way. I was going to be smeared all over newspapers for being crazily immoral and possibly a drug addict or pusher and let's not forget I was topless when the police found me in the backseat of a car.
Somewhere along here I woke up. Luckily londo really was with me, so I was able to latch onto him for a few minutes to ground myself back into reality.
Freaky.
londo and I had been walking home from something and ended up going into this restaurant/club that was still open and offering great food and BOOZE at cheap prices, so I got trashed. It was a very close-confined space. The next thing I know I'm waking up in the backseat of a car, topless, to a police officer shining a light in my face. I'm blinking and trying to gain vision in VERY gummy eyes while I'm being asked where I live, and I'm asking back where I am. Turns out that somehow londo and I ended up having to drive (?) home and since I was intoxicated, he took the wheel.
[Real life insert: he has never been behind the wheel of a car ever, and also does not have any type of driver's license]
We hadn't crashed or anything, and londo wasn't driving badly, but somehow we had been pulled over. By Arcadia police, which was apparently a teeny little town about 40 miles west of Boston, where we somehow ended up because londo got lost but didn't want to wake me up and decided to just drive. Heh. They were asking questions but since they weren't getting good answers out of messed-up me, they put us in the squad car and drove us away. They kept referring to things they had found in the car but I had no clue what any of them were; it turns out we had gotten tons of belongings mixed up with people in the restaurant (londo was even wearing someone else's pants, but this seemed fairly natural.) And of course, some of these belongings were... somehow not quite illegal, but toeing the line? There was something about drugs but there wasn't any ON us. Oh, and then the cops starting accusing me of saying some 'immoral' things about stealing and music pirating and somehow they have my laptop with a bunch of non-legal copies of things. And copies of me saying these things. Hence I have no ethics of personal belongings and must be removed from the streets, or somtehing.
So we end up being told that no one has a beef with londo (and in fact they never even asked for his license, so they didn't know he was doing anything wrong!) but that they don't trust me, and that they were going to send an undercover police escort with me for a couple days to watch over me and my actions, and then in five days everything goes public.
So I end up at dance practice with this strange slacks-and-tie-clothed man, and he's surruptitiously asking questions of all of my friends and because we're all jokesters and facetious people, y'all are accidentally saying things that make me look really bad. And of course I'm feeling horrendous and so I'm not my peppy self, and HE thinks that means I'm in withdrawl from something (not to mention guilty). And everyone's trying to ask me who he is and I'm just shaking my head in silence...
It was just horrible, y'know, my life was ruined in some undefined way. I was going to be smeared all over newspapers for being crazily immoral and possibly a drug addict or pusher and let's not forget I was topless when the police found me in the backseat of a car.
Somewhere along here I woke up. Luckily londo really was with me, so I was able to latch onto him for a few minutes to ground myself back into reality.
Freaky.
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on 20 Feb 2005 16:17 (UTC)