Hard Knock Life
A sobriety checkpoint. Who has heard of such a thing? Maryl and I went to the Chevy’s on Arden Hwy. It has a great little deck area that hangs out over the river. In that area the land is still relatively undeveloped so there is a ton of natural vegetation. Most likely this has to do with the fact that everything floods in and around there so unless another ark is being built, the land is essentially useless. So I was driving back to Olive Garden where she parked her car and I had to go through a sobriety checkpoint. Needless to say the ONE watermelon margarita didn’t do me in. I guess these things are commonplace in California, in and around major holidays.
Why in the hell would one need to pull drunk drivers on an early Tuesday evening? I guess that will remain a mystery. Needless to say I couldn’t help but be slightly sarcastic to the 50 plus law enforcement stationed alongside the road. The kicker was that not a single one of them was directing me in anyway. Protect and serve…that is up for broad interpretation.
I am counting the days until my Vegas trip…if have not said it before then great, if I have, then I will say it again. For me I hope this trip is one where I will only recall the trip through photos and accounts of my behavior from friends. Do I intended to do things that should remain in Vegas? No, if I do something, I do it with the idea that I will have to own up to it at one point or another. No regrets right?