Last week was rough. I got pulled over at 4 AM wasted on Wednesday night (please no drunk driving lectures. I’ve gotten enough already and I KNOW I’m too smart for that shit, okay? Thnx.). I had no headlights on and was weaving all over the road. The cops estimated me to be more than twice the legal limit. My school and career path saved me, and they opted to call my parents to come get me and give me a ticket for driving with no headlights rather than take me to jail. I got VERY, VERY lucky.
The next night, while I was taking care of a puking friend in the bathroom (who was so drunk that she passed out at the bar, peed herself, and had to be wheeled off the premises in a wheelchair), my friends moved tables, leaving my purse behind. Which of course was then stolen. I eventually got the purse back, with only my birth control pills and car keys in it. My wallet (license, credit cards (which were maxed out anyway, but still), gas card, school ID, and thankfully only $25 in cash), phone, digital camera, and condoms (I order those shits online, fuckers!) were all missing.
Canceling the credit cards and stuff was annoying enough, but losing every single one of my phone numbers and having no ID are the most inconveniencing of all. Both my plans Friday night and Saturday night were ruined because I could not get into the bars or clubs where the events were being held. I have no backup form of identification, no passport or ID card, so I was limited to the few bars near my house that know me and don’t card me. I look young as hell, so the chance of not getting carded most places is slim to none.
My lack of camera is also disappointing. There won’t be many (if any) Wardrobe Malfunction posts for a while, since my webcam doesn’t take good enough pictures from far away for that. It also means postponing my plans to submit a folio to I Shot Myself, since you can’t use a webcam to take those pictures. Though, if you all want to help contribute to the blog (and pitch in to buy me a birthday present… December 13th, bitches!) you can click on that little donate button on the sidebar and maybe we can get me a new camera. Don’t feel obligated, though, I know times are tough for everyone and a digi cam is a luxury item.
At least things with The Bruiser are looking up. There will be a much longer post about that in the coming days, which will entail more of my thought process behind giving him another chance even though I swore I wouldn’t.
EDIT: Guess what my parents have offered to buy me for my birthday?? Yup, a new camera! Yay, yay, yay!
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Sorry that you lost your camera among other things. Maybe someone in the family will gift you one. Who knows?
That totally sucks!! I guess that explains why we didn't see you out this weekend. If you want some help with your ISM submission, you are more than welcome to use my camera and lights. You can use my apartment as a studio. And I'll give you a hand with setting up the shots. Just let me know if you're interested.
sorry to hear about the theft – however the plus of getting away with the DD should probably outweigh that in spades.
Congratulations on being only the third person in the world that I (sort of) know who shares my birthday…
Not that I don't understand that it's not a good idea to drunk drive, but people who get up in arms about it seem to just have NO IDEA that living in certain places, there are just NOT other options if you're drinking. Driving while tired is just as dangerous, anyway.
Maybe keep a sleeping bag in the car?
Not sure I really buy that, Aquachick…
There are always two options (a) don't drink if you have to drive or (b) stay somewhere and sleep it off before driving.
And I say that as someone who likes to drink and has to drive to get anywhere…
I hear you Anonybrit, I just have been in the situation where you have to get home. Back in my Windsor-going days, we were all 19 and had to get home. Someone had to drive, and everyone was drinking. Since I'm a passer-outer, it wasn't me, but still. I'm not condoning, just saying that it happens and doesn't make anyone a bad person, like MADD seems to think.
MADD being that anti drunk driving group, not you, of course:)