Sorry, officer

There's a group of people from my college in DC for the week, one of whom is a girl I've been friends with since orientation weekend our freshman year. I picked her up from a metro station last night, then took her to V's place for dinner. The three of us then went out to a few gay bars in Baltimore, where we eventually met up with Jim and his roommate.

The night started off fun, but gradually became less so. V got drunk. My friend Amanda got drunk. Jim got drunk. His roommate got drunk. I... had a long night of driving ahead of me, so I limited myself to three or four beers.

At some point along the way, Jim started getting on my nerves. I don't care much for his attitude at times, but fortunately his roommate and I had a heart-to-heart about him and his past. She really does make him sound like a really great guy, but he was acting kind of douchey all night, so I'm undecided.

V, Amanda, and I left around 1:30, and I took V straight home. He's one of those annoying drunks who apologizes every 90 seconds for something you're not even sure of. He kept saying he was sorry, I'd say sorry about what?, and he'd say I didn't even know half of what went on in the bar. Um, huh?

By the time I drove from Baltimore all the way down to DC, it was about 2:30. We had the address of the hostel, and a small map, but could not for the life of us find the damn place. I circled the same blocks for about 10 minutes until a cop started following me. I was trying to get him to pass me so I could get his attention for help with directions, so I changed lanes to the left. His lights came on. Awesome! He knows we're lost and is going to help us!

So I pulled over against the left-hand curb. Wait a minute, why are all these parallel parked cars facing me? And why is there oncomi-- dammit! I totally pulled over on the wrong side of the road!

Shit.

It was right about then that my fear of an impending breathalyzer kicked in. I knew I was perfectly fine to drive, but christ, what if he still thought I was drunk? Fortunately the map light was on, and we did have a map out, so I hoped he'd believe our story.

After running my plates, he came up to my window. I quickly explained where we were going, and our lack of success in finding this place, and does he possibly know where it is?

"You know you were driving on the wrong side of the road, right?"

Well, yeah, I did as soon as I pulled over. Sorry 'bout that.

"Follow me."

So we got a police escort to the hostel, only he got lost too! We eventually found it, though, so I jumped out of the car to go ask how to get back to the highway and wish him a good evening.

I guess not all cops suck after all.

Oh, and I went on my interview today with the company I'll be working for after graduation. I like the manager, their commission and mentorship programs sound great, and I'm really looking forward to it. Rock.

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