SupahMommy and MommyBrain are sponsoring another fun All About MEme Monday by asking that we write about a time we saw those flashing lights in our rear view mirror and convinced ourselves they were going for the other car that had just sped past us at breakneck speed.
Sadly, it was not the other car they were after.
Nope, I was sooooo
I was 16 and living in a very small Colorado town that offered only 2 choices for entertainment during the winter months:
Hanging out with friends looking for trouble
or
Hanging out with friends finding trouble.
On this particular night I was in the latter category.
My mom was reasonably lax with me when it came to a curfew. Sometimes I had one and sometimes I didn't. It all had to do with who I was going to be out with on that particular night. On this occasion I was out with a different group my mom was not familiar with so she told me to be home by 11:30.
This group consisted mostly of potheads and drop-outs. I am not sure why I was drawn to them. Especially since I neither smoked pot, drank, or cut classes.
I was as straight laced as they came. Straight A's, teacher's pet, and I never lied to my mom.
Ever.
But that doesn't mean I offered up everything I did carte blanche.
So, it was 1992-ish and I was out with a group of friends on a Friday night. I had my driver's license but on this night I was riding in another friend's car. We had heard there was a party going on about 15 miles up the road from us in Allenspark and we were on the road to attempt to find it.
Thats the way parties went in our town. You weren't necessarily invited but if you could find it you were welcome. So we found the party taking place down a small trail connected to a scenic overlook alongside the road. It was freezing out but they had a nice bonfire going. I met up with some other friends and spent the hour or two talking and laughing. I could see the others I had come with off in the bushes smoking pot. It was nearing 11:00 and I knew we had better get going if we were going to get to my house by 11:30.
No such luck.
The only force harder to move against their will than a pack-laden donkey is a group of potheads getting their buzz on.
It was 11:30 and I was officially late when we climbed in the car and started the drive back to town. It would take at least 20 minutes to get there.
Oh yeah, and it just started snowing.
Ten minutes outside of town a cop car pulled up behind us.
Freaking perfect.
So, my friend slowed waaaaaaay down because he was not only high but in posession of a small amount of weed and a pipe. Of course I didn't know any of this until that very moment.
Lord, kill me now.
I knew for a fact my mom was most likely in her room
Did I forget to mention my mother's
Lets just say she kept in on 24 hours a day 7 days a week and she knew what every call number meant and both the dispatcher and each of the police officers in our town on a first name basis.
Fan. Freaking. Tastic!
So, as one would expect from a story such as this we were pulled over just as we entered the city limits and the police officers thankfully didn't smell the reek of pot upon the driver or the car's passengers when he asked for each of our I.D.s and the driver's registration.
What came next was beyond horrible.
The officers returned to the car and shone their flashlights inside and asked, 'Which of you are Sunday Walker?'
I didn't raise my hand. I didn't have to. Instead I just buried my head in my hands and uttered a resounding 'Ughhhhhh!'
I was sooooo busted.
The officer informed me that the police dispatcher had received a phone call from my mother after hearing my name and the call numbers indicating a routine traffic stop over the scanner. She told the dispatcher to tell the officers she would be driving to our location to pick me up because it was 12:15 and I was 45 minutes past my curfew.
The officer actually looked sorry for me when he informed me of my fate.
I remember vividly looking at the cop, then his cuffs, and finally his gun and said, 'Can't you just arrest me?'
