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Sunday, October 09, 2005

Tales of an accidental driver

So friday, Visa (the viet organization at Yale) went down to Columbia to do a fashion show modeling ao dai's for this viet cultural event. it was superbly fun! a bunch of viet students came from a handful schools around new england to the event to showcase various aspects of vietnamese culture...hmm...now that i think about it, the only schools i remember there were us, harvard n columbia...ah columbia...showed up with like a measly 3 kids even though the event was AT THEIR SCHOOL. lol.

anyway, we rented this car to drive a bunch of us down to Columbia -- it was a huge car, a cross between like an suv and a van...it was hot shit, had like 3 rows of seats, and we fit (pretty illegally, im sure) like 10 or 11 of us in there. yours truly was at the wheel! im sure they werent aware of the fact that i never took a driving test in my life and got sent my license by mistake when they made the decision to let me drive...but hey! thats not to say im a bad driver...ive only gotten one ticket ever in my life and that was this summer...ive been pulled over two other times but i talked my way out of those...they make for pretty amusing stories actually...

so like sometime spring of my senior year like 2 months after i got my license, i was over at a friends house...he lived like across town and i had jacked my mom's car late at nite to drive it over there. i ended up falling asleep at his house and didnt wake up till like 4 am. so im across town at 4 am, leaving my friends house, and about to get on the onramp to the highway when i looked down to get something...cd's or something or other...when i looked back up my car was halfway in the grass on the side of the feeder road! i was like oly fuck. it was quite possibly the worst grassy space i could driven into with my car. there were jagged rocks and wild lookin plants, trenches all up in this shit grass space. when i finally regained control of the car and swerved back onto the feeder road, yay god hates me -- I HAVE A FUCKING FLAT TIRE. at 4 am. on the other side of town. and no one knows where i am. I pull over into this dark driveway in a fucking panic and like about to start sobbing bc i didnt know who to call at that hour...and well im gay, i dunno the fuck about cars...i didnt think it could get any worse when "o fucking great" a cop pulls up next to me...i thought i was gonna get my ass grilled for reckless driving... but THANK GOD, he offered to fix my flat...i was like friggin ecstaticccc. so this nice cop fixes my flat, changes the tires, fixes everything for me, and never once batted an eye at me for taking up his time...he wuz frikin awesome...
so anyway, 2 wks later, im in the same area, drivin home after i had jus caught dinner n a movie... i was like in fits of laughter the entire ride bc me and me friend were discussing movie ideas (we were gonna make this random ass movie and call it "shit happens." we thought it wuz an accurate enough title). bc we were laughing so hard, i wasnt aware that i was speeding down a residential road -- like 60 in a neighborhood...my bad...anyway i get friggin pulled over and was about to like wet myself (cops scare me) when lo n behold, it was the saaame cop who fixed my tire at 4 in the morning two wks ago! after a bit of pleading n apologizing i decided to play the kool card and point out the fact that he was the cop who fixed my car 2 wks ago...luckily it WORKED(!) bc we both jus ended up laughing about it, he tol me to slow it down and take it easy, smiled and went about his way...no tix for me, no warning, no nothing...it wuz suhweeee...needless to say, i wuz pretty dang thrilled the rest of the nite bc i had connections with a cop. harhar

the second time i got pulled over, it was a random, madeup, impromptu story that saved my ass. again it was like 330 am and i was hauling ass down the highway bc well, no one else was on it. i figured it wuz the one time i could drive fast. unfortunately in this unlit area of the highway shoulder sat a cop car, and by the time i sped past it and noticed it was a cop car, i wuz frantically trying to slam on the breaks to make it look like i wasnt really going that fast (lol.) it didnt work. i got pulled over anyway. so once again, im shivering bc im so nervous. cop approaches my car, asks me where im going... in my desperate attempt to think fast to try n get out of this ticket , i quickly muttered something about my curfew being 4 am (which was bullshit -- who has a fucking curfew at 4 am anyway...lol i mean if someones gonna be allowed out till 4 am, y have a curfew at all?) and that i was trying to get home as fast as i could bc my mom needed the car at 5 am to go to work (which was also bullshit). so he asks me where i live - me n my idiocy said in a rather cheerful and happy voice (happy bc i thought at the time that i had pulled such a good story out of my ass) "o not too far, just five minutes away" (which is tru, but now that i think about it, incredibly stupid to say bc it was only 3:30 and well i had 30 min to get home before my curfew, y the hell would i need to b speeding when i was five min away from home?) How the crap my story worked i dunno, but i ended up jus going home that nite with a verbal warning to slow down...man i wuz so fucking proud of myself for working the system again...lol.

ah yes...the adventurers of bad driver and bad liar willay...

alritey, well i would continue the story of the nyc trip but itz almost 9 pm on a sunday nite and i have shitloads of hw to do so more on that later...tchaooo all

wiLLay [ 8:45 PM ]