This hasn’t been a good week.
I started this blog to write about how I feel and to try to make sense of my life. With this blog, you get Sophie. But there are events this week I thought about not discussing. There ARE things I don’t discuss in this blog, like my daughter. I don’t think that is anyone’s business. And some of the events of this week are no one’s business.
Know what? Hell with it. This is my fifth attempt at this entry. So I’ll just come out with it.
I was arrested for DUI after being out at Laptop Lounge as Sophie last Saturday night. August 4. Spare me the outrage, really. I know. I’m a former paramedic and have seen the damage drunk drivers do. I should know better. And I will pay the price for my stupidity. Add to that, Wednesday I had my wife’s car and it broke down on my way to work. I had to walk the last couple miles, and find a ride to my second job.
Seems that lately my life has been in a tailspin and the ground is coming up fast.
So, here’s the whole story.
Saturday, August 4 was my dear friend Lisa’s first birthday. She lives in Baltimore but wanted to celebrate by coming up to the Philly area. She wanted to shop in the King of Prussia mall with her wife, daughter, and mother of said daughter. She was kind enough to invite me to dinner with them. That night was also a Laptop Lounge.
So I asked my wife if I could do this, some negotiations followed, and she allowed it. Yay! Bonus Sophie night!
Lisa offered me use of her room to change in, so I did. I wore a new blouse with a black skirt and did my own makeup. Don’t ask me how, but I managed to get lipstick on my blouse… on my right breast. When they all returned from shopping, Lisa hit it with makeup remover, but it didn’t dry well.
At Winberies. Stain photo shopped out.
It was HOT in the room, as the AC wasn’t working. I decided to take a ride to the ATM to get money for the night. I walked out the door into the hotel parking lot and ran into Daddy with three teen girls, all exiting a convertible. I’m guessing the girls were all under sixteen. They all looked at me and laughed.
“OMG look at THAT guy!”
Yeah, that sure helped my mood.
So, I returned and all of us left for Winberies for dinner. I drove (as I was the only one who knew where it was) and took the long route through Valley Forge Park, which none of them had ever seen before. From there, it was dinner, where we all had a good time.
After dinner, we went to Shangrila, a nearby Japanese place that used to be the home of Laptop Lounge until everyone got tired of the bartenders overcharging some people. There, we had a drink and took pictures. Then it was off to Blue Pacific and the Laptop! Lisa and company went back to the room to change into something less conservative, and I went straight there.
It was miniskirt night, but I dressed in a longer skirt just to be different. Many girls were already there. I fell into conversation with a few.
Eventually, Lisa and company showed up. A good time was had by all. Everyone danced and drank and talked. Of course there were many pictures taken.
By the end of the entire night, I had eight drinks in seven hours. Plus food. Plus eight pints of water. Then I went back to hotel room, showered, packed, and hit the road.
Normally, I stop at Wawa for a quick sandwich as I’m usually hungry after eating little and wearing a corset all night. But not that night. I told my wife I’d be home a little early.
About ten minutes later, I realized I was being followed and pulled into a housing development. And was followed. I pulled over, and so did the person behind me. I exited my car, and my glasses fogged up. I took them off and saw the person exiting their vehicle. A police officer.
I did all the tests he asked, and was completely respectful. “Yes, sir.” “No, sir.” He checked me with the breathalyzer. Then he asked me to turn around and told me I was being arrested.
I sat in the back of his car as he and a second officer searched mine. I told him he’d find my Sophie stuff. He didn’t blink.
From there, we went to the hospital for a blood test which I agreed to do. (If you refuse in PA, it’s an automatic one year license suspension.) Then I was taken to the police station for fingerprints and photographs. While there, the officer said that I was the most cooperative and respectful person he’d picked up ever. He said he’d recommend me for ARD. More on that in a bit. He never told me the result of the breathalyzer.
After all that, he took me home. I called my wife from the hospital so she was up waiting for me. She signed for me at 3:30 AM. She was not happy.
At 7 AM she woke me up, and we went to get my car. An hour later, she, her mother, and my daughter left for a three day trip to Virginia. I stayed home to work and watch the house. And feed the dog.
Monday night, I came home from work, changed, put on makeup, and drove my wife’s car into the city to Tavern on Camac, the former site of Monday Night T-Girls. After a bit, there were four of us. I related the above story. My dear friend Jone recommended a lawyer to me, who I called the next day. She’s one of us, and I’d met her previously.
Wednesday morning I was still driving my wife’s car. It broke down on my way to work. I walked the last mile and a half. Could’ve been worse- if it broke down Monday night while I was Sophie…
Friday I received my summons. I still don’t know my blood alcohol level.
I mentioned ARD. In PA, you have an option, as a first time offender, to plead guilty and apply for ARD. It’s a class about alcohol and driving. Not everyone who applies gets in. The police officer has to recommend you. If you’re an ass to the officer, they won’t do it. I’m glad I gave the officer his due respect!
So there it is. I’m going to plead guilty and apply for ARD. There will be a fine, community service, and probably a license suspension. All depends on my level. I won’t know that for a couple weeks yet.
I have been kicking myself for over a week. I also resolved that until this is behind me- COMPLETELY behind me, I will not touch alcohol. At all.
It’s been nine days.
I can be very hard headed. Sometimes I need to be clubbed over the head to learn a lesson. I’ve driven after drinking several times. There are times I shouldn’t have. I’ve been playing Russian Roulette. I’m glad I’m the ONLY one who loses this one. Thank God!
I’ve learned this lesson. Learned it well. Because of this, I will be in court on my birthday. I will not be able to attend SCC, as the fine will empty my savings. I will miss at least one month at Renaissance and Laptop.
So there you have it. To the point. Not a fun read, is it? Sorry folks. I need to get my head around this, and writing is how I do it. Besides, confession is good for the soul.
From here, I take my punishment and move on with my life. And live with the a-hole looking back at me in the mirror.
As my readers may recall, I didn’t name myself. Karen from Femme Fever said I should be “Sophie” and I have been since. Sophie means “wisdom.” Maybe it’s time I started living up to my name.