The most expensive meal I ever had was like I won it we expensive Georgetown MD restaurants were having internal competitions. It probably would have come to over 300 a person. Me and the ex husband ate there. It was like 8 courses and ever one came with a different wine. I drove home, I don't even remember thinking about it because I drove drunk all the TIME. I know everyone says it improves your driving, but it really seemed to with me. I mean, I usually did not speed or anything. Except, like this time I did. I got pulled over and I am this weird ETOH metabolizer so like cops can't even really tell. I don't smell boozy it's more likes some sort of Russian Potpourri or something. I did most of my drunken driving alone so like, this time the ex husband REEKED. He decided (drunkenly) to try to make me look less drunk and like, had I known I would have been horrified and I also whispered SHUT THE HELL UP.
So yeah, we were just getting to the DL part when there was some terrible accident. So the cop left and he was like, "You are one lucky person drive HOME and I mean STRAIGHT home." Eh, things were different then.
I RETROACTIVELY HATE the fact I drove drunk, alone. Except my one and only relapse where I drove with the KID to the liquor store but that is what you, well, I DO when you run out of booze. It was the worst.
Of course, I'm quite sure I was endangering everyone else's kids too when I drove drunk although I ALSO do so when I drive like me..
This little Mexican kid ran out in front of me like, at the Dairy Queen I BARELY caught him out of the corner of my eye. I mean-- he was FAST. I slammed on my breaks thinking about the oh so deed cat that happened to me with. I mean, you have an outdoor cat, all bets are off, they do stuff like that.
But a KID? I just sat there, shaking, going OMG OMG OMG. I was moving slow but there is just NO GOOD speed to hit a kid at.
Sigh. Adderall forgotten at home my brain is still working on it. Oh well. I'm on the right
thread for it.
Poop. Poop. Poop....
FECES.
LOL I once saw a very dapper gentleman walking down the sidewalk, and his three dapper children all dressed dapper and he carefully stepped around the dog poop left there by an uncouth person and said, "Now, mind the feces, children."
I thought...… Politeness. You can take it a Bridge Too Far.
Anna
