rude_ruca

Two situations presented themselves to the RudeGirl this weekend that could have potentialy caused some regret and even some time in the big house (or at least just 24 hours in the drunk tank).

So glad I decided on a nice steady high. Was better than possibly engaging in a one night stand that I know would have led me so far into regret that I'd want to run my head into a brick wall the next morning. Then, then there was the party. As I was attempting to drive me good friend home last night, we stumbled upon a gathering. The closer we walked, the louder the shrill 16 year old giggles got, and that's when we knew. We knew someone was rebelling against their parents being out of town and throwing a celelbration in honor of that. Don't get me wrong, I am a complete advocate of that. I'm just not in the position to go to the drunk tank over getting some 15 year old wasted. How I knew their demise was coming soon was shortly after my freind and I made a bee line for her house, and upon my exit of her neighborhood, here comes booming from my left none other than the nausiating sound of a police cruiser. That's right folks, at exactally 12:02 (or maybe it was 12:20, mind you, I was still rediculously high!) the fun was about to end! Hate to think what happened to the kiddies...But, alas even though I was sick as a dog, I still had my fun. So moral of the story is, sometimes intuition is our friend.....but only sometimes....