In a disastrous way to get to a party, we got pulled over. We were running 30 minutes behind because of three guys who wanted to work out before going (which also amounted to showering and other gossiping along the way). When we finally left, it almost 11:30 when we had intended to leave at 10:30. We had spent that time making small talk at my place, watching the Minority Report, and the supply of alcohol was pulled from above my fridge.

Down Braddock, we drove. Halfway there, I realized I forgot the cake and my posters. I almost made us turn around, but I called back to the other car and told them to get it. (Because they owed me). A few blocks from the house, we couldn\’t find the cross street and got lost. People kept calling me, my phone ringing, where are you? KC made a threepoint turn into a one-way street, facing the wrong way. As we were backing out, there was a car coming.

Someone in the back said, \”You\’re good. The car is slowing down. Don\’t worry, it\’s just a cop.\”

Pause.

Then a block later, the sirens and lights went on. I got phone calls and tried to get off the phone (but in my usual wishy-washy style). KC yelled at me for being on the phone. We pulled into the nearby parking lot. Two patrol cars with their lights on followed us in. The cop asked for KC\’s license. We sat in the car in anticipation and anxiety. Somehow the cop\’s hand was bleeding. Cut right before getting KC\’s license or with the license?

\”Did you know you pulled into an one-way street?\”

\”Yes…\” KC said.

\”Are you lost?\”

\”Yeah, we\’re trying to look for Lafayette Street.\”

The cops looked at each other. \”Do you know where Lafayette is?\”

Then they gave us directions and they drove off.

Someone commented after they had left, \”That was weird.\”

In other news, happy birthday Ian and Lisa!