May 23, 2009 at 8:12 AM
I had it all spread out on a large dining room table in my head: every fun project for the weekend, all the ones already completed, plus a little extra room on the table for whatever genius ideas might come to mind. The mental radio station was playing my favorite upbeat music. My mood was lifting with the weather. It was almost as though I could close my eyes, take a deep breath, and plunge right into summer all at once.
That is, until the flashing lights tried to put an end to it. I knew they were for me, so I pulled over and waited for them to catch up.
"You were going 65 in a 55. Any reason why?"
"Um, I was, daydreaming. About something." I suspected my eyes must have appeared wide and vacuous.
"Have you been drinking?" He told me to focus on his index finger as he waved it back and forth. I was afraid I wouldn't pass, so I concentrated extra hard on that finger instead of his badge and his notepad and the ideas still lying on the table in my head. As he went back to the patrol car to check my information, I mulled things over. How could I explain that I wasn't really there, that I'd already checked out for the summer? I should have taped a note to the door as I was leaving or something.
"Ociffer, I only had three dinks"
What good artist doesn't have their run in with the law?
Great story! Being a big day dreamer myself, now it makes more sense why I've never learned to drive. On foot with ipod buds in the ears, all I need to do is looking both sides twice before crossing the street. It's the driveways are most likely to get me one day.
So the title has me a bit worried! Does this mean that Emily is going to spend her summer providing musical entertainment to her fellow felons in the local jail?!!
I have to admit that I don't drive - mainly because I simply would not be able to cope with all the external and internal distractions and would be a serious liability on any road...
Send us your jail address and we'll include a saw with the cake. Did you get a ticket or was the cop in a good mood? In dealing with the police honesty and demeanor go a long way. One of our very close friends is a cop so my wife and I have "get out of jail free"police bumper stickers on our cars plus a police window sticker or two. They, um, work very well.
I got off with only a warning, which leaves me with an untarnished driving record. (Albeit, I'm under no obligation to divulge the number of warnings I have received thus far.)
>How could I explain that I wasn't really there, that I'd already checked out for the summer?
Great blog, as per normal.
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