July 29th, 2005

breakups, cops and booze

The outsider has had a tough week. After many days of on again, off again with her boyfriend, she finally bit the bullet and called it quits. For now.

But that in itself is not that interesting. No, what happened last night is interesting, but I felt the need to preface the story.

Last night she went to a big party for the mayor in her hometown—with an old friend. (One, who according to her mother, “has been trying to get inside your pants for 10 years.”—that would be funnier if you could hear her accent, but anyway) After a stressful week that included the breakup and her insane, crazy job driving her batty, she decided it was time for some fun. But, she told herself, she would only have two glasses of red wine—that’s it. No more.

Pfft. That plan backfired. Following multiple vodka and crans and a conversation with a friend of her ex that ended in tears (and half a bottle of gin), she was plowed and exhausted. Not being able to drive home, she stayed with the old friend. Heads out of the gutter folks. Nothing like that.

Awaking at dawn, he drove her to her car—which she had parked near where the party was the night before—and she headed home. As she began to check her messages, she was astonished to hear a message from the local police department. After finding her car (in a not-so-great part of town) around 3 AM, with what they assumed was her purse inside, they called her home to see if she was missing. And her mother went down to the police station… at 3 AM.

Fortunately, her mother is a smart woman and said, “Well, she was at this party and her purse probably just didn’t match her dress, so she left it in the car.” Smart momma.

Honestly it was just a big bag, not her purse (which she smartly put in the center console), but isn’t it nice that the cops found her car and were worried? Makes you feel safe, right?

Yeah. Not so much.

New rule. Breakups + booze + cops = not so good.

LOL.