So You Had A Bad Day?
....a semi-secret gallery that if you come visit LA I promise we will go...unless you are one of my readers from India, in that case we probably shouldn't go anywhere alone until we get to know each other first.
So she's got a ticket. I'm trying to lift her spirits. I'm on my cell phone driving. I make an illegal U turn over double yellow right in front of a cop. He pulls me over. I don't have my insurance card either.
2 tickets in one day. We are in disbelief.
I sweet talk the man into a $0 fix it ticket. We discuss family issues. The war. Meeting his wife. How I am a gypsy. How I have 6 expired insurance cards. The funny fact that I misspelled my address on my Driver's License. (See Fig 1) How I am an LMU Business School graduate. How I am his favorite person he has pulled over (and no, brad, i was not his first person to pull over I assure you). How I just wanted some tea and that's why I broke the law.
Fig 1
Fig 1But I do have to appear before a judge to show him the card. I'm secretly excited because I've ever been pulled over and never been before a judge. I am going to try to slip in a Judge Reinhold Arrested Development reference to be sure.
So we are both feeling pretty poor, spirits are low, morale is down despite the fact I got out of it I just feel like a junky human being for making an amateur move such as this.
And we are arrive at the hot spot, and we hop right in to the Porta Party.
And everything is fixed in one song.
