Dan's Spring Weekend

by Daniel McCue on 30/04/09 at 3:56 pm

Spring Weekend was the other weekend, and of course, I went against the consideration of Eastern to go have fun. My decision had been made already, figuring that I’d rather be the designated driver to my drunk and very capable of getting into trouble type friends as opposed to hanging back bored at Eastern.

Being the good boy I was raised, I didn’t touch a thing, Thursday night at the carriage house. With Celeron being my favorite, I decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to have a little fun if we had a designated driver. So in my head, it sounded like a fantastic idea if someone else would drive my car, instead of myself, intoxicated. The night itself was nothing to complain about until the ride home where we apparently got pulled over on Route 31.

To understand this next part, you have to know where we were sitting. It was my friend’s GF who was driving, with him in the passenger seat, me in the back, roommate in the middle, and his friend beside him. The cop pulls us over and asked the typical question “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

Thinking that it was my car, I should be the one talking to the cop, so I rolled down the back window and he turns to me, yelling, “Close the window. Close that goddamn window.”

He then turns to my friend’s gf and asked for her driver’s license and my insurance.  It turned out she didn’t have a license to begin with. She thought she had her permit, but the identification wasn’t qualified enough. So he comes back yelling at us. She’s crying her eyes out, her boyfriend, my friend, kept talking, after the cop told him to shut up a few times, my roommate making fun of me, and of course, his drunk friend, interrupting us all to ask the cop if he could urinate on the side of the street.

So the cop threatens to arrest us all, being an absolute dick of course, and to tow my car if we don’t get another friend to come and drive it. My poor buddy, who gets so nervous around cops, came to our rescue but beforehand, he asked stupidly where he was driving us. At the end of the night, we ended up with a $223 dollar ticket.

Let lesson be learned, we went to X-lot with everyone deciding not to drink. We let the night roll through, and we drove home the same way. No checkpoints, no cops, but at last minute, I didn’t realize what happened, but my car smashed into a giant cement boulder lying in the middle of the road that a couple of kids decided to put for “fun”

I haven’t figured if my car has had any significant damage, but it just shows that people are complete morons. Cops are, for bottom line, just plain dicks, despite the fact that they are doing their job, and Spring Weekend was well, only worth it if you really care to get sloppy with a group of strangers that throw glass bottles in the air for no apparent reason.

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