Adventure!

So...we got pulled over twice last night.

I now have a collection of warnings that could wallpaper the living room.

The first time was a simple "oh hey, you're tail light is out."

The second was a bit more complicated.

(both times were on the way to Mr. Mikes. figures.)

These young punk-ass (yeah that's right, punk-ass) cops pullled us over because Pete through a cigarette out of the window. They then made Pete and I get out of the car (what?) and they started yelling about a Miller Lite can (double what?). The can in question? A Sprite can.

I wouldn't drink Miller Lite if it was the only sanitary beverage left after the nuclear holocaust.

Anyway, they made me sit on the bumper (awkward) while Pete had to empty out his pockets.
"get the beer out of your coat!" (triple what?)
Meanwhile, back at the car, Dan, Brad, and Erica are sitting awkwardly in the back seat while Pete and I are getting harrassed.

Really, I can't blame the cops. They were just trying to do their job, and we did look quite suspicious. Pete still has his big old black eye and I looked like a hooker.

Hooligan and Hooker strike again!

After those punk-asses realised that we were harmless and it was a Sprite can, they apologized awkwardly and tailed us half of the way to Mr. Mikes. Whaarrrgarble.

We just wanted cheeseburgers. Is that so much to ask?

Oh, and Luke drove by us in mid pull-over, then turned around to see if we were ok, but Alex was not sure if we were ok and he wound up cutting his foot on a nail when we got home and almost bled to death. I'm glad he didn't.

Ta-da!