Friday, August 6, 2010


I too have been tagged with a blog meme by Dr Becca.

If you don’t know me, I am that person who has the weirdest stuff happen to them. Stuff you wouldn’t totally believe even if your bff told you. Like that one time when there was that warrant out for my arrest.

It all started one night when I was driving back to Gainesville, from Miami. That’s 350 miles, a 5 hour drive, if you stop for a pee break at the turnpike rest stop. I was driving my little dropped black civic, with the super dark tints, extra loud and large exhaust complete with air intake, and custom grille. Those were kinda common.

I was speeding. Duh. I caught a glimpse of the cop and slammed the breaks. She clocked me at 89mph, and was kind enough to give me a ticket for 79, I was lucky. She then asked for my insurance.

You know how you get the new card in the mail a few days before the old one expires, well I had the new one with me, but had already thrown the old one away, so she gave me a ticket for having no insurance papers. No big, just mail it in and pay a $7 fine and you’re done. For the speeding part, just take online traffic school, and they automatically mail in your certificate of completion. No points deducted.

Fast forward 2 months. It’s my birthday! We all went to the bar. I drove, with absolutely no intention of driving back. We took my car cause it had a backseat so we could fit more people in. My roommate had an RX7, her pride and joy, she drove too, but with only one comfortably seated passenger, and one crammed in the back window.

About 11 Surfer on Acid birthday shots in, I was happy as can be, when my cell rings. It was my buddy Andrew who had just left. He said "Come outside! There’s been an accident, and I think your roommates car got hit." I busted out some moves and made my way out the door!

There was a LOT of commotion. My roommates car was right in front of me, safe as can be. Parked in the same spot we left it. I thought to myself, well that’s silly Andrew, her car is fine.

I then turned my attention, and my head, to the left to see a black dropped civic, with dark tints, and custom grille. It was not looking so good. I proceed to yell “MY CAR!!!!!” At which point, this random dude comes up to me, and says “No, that’s my car..”

So, it wasn’t my car.

Same random dude comes up to me again and says, ”I think that one over there is your car.” I turn my head further to the left, and yup, sure enough, my car, the one with all the cops huddled around it, the one that is NOT where I parked it, but rather a few feet further down.. the one with way more damage than the car I initially thought was mine.

Drunk me rushes over to the cops yelling “What the hell happened to my car?!?!!!” *Side note, adrenaline very much sobers one up, I mean, really really sobers one up, even being a light weight and having had 11 shots! The down side.. the hang over... X100 worse* They asked for my ID, which was at the bar with all my friends, and some fried escaped brain cells.

I ran back and proclaimed to the world that my car had been hit. This time the whole bar followed me out! (BTW, the bar is Gator City if you know Gville, and where the meters are, is where the mess was happening)

First off, it was my birthday, which meant my license had expired that day.

Second, the cops claimed they walked into all the bars to see if the owners of the injured vehicles were around.. yea.. bullshit!

Third, what had happened was.. Drunk guy ran a red light and tried to speed off, lost control, spun and crashed into my pretty little civic. He then dragged my car a bit till it got loose from it, which is how my car ended up not where I parked it. Drunk driver, then smacked into the car that was parked in front of my new parking spot, a pick up truck. It smacked into the pick up so hard that he pushed the pick up truck onto the car in front of it, and onto the meter next to it on the side walk, and was now securely lodged underneath the pick up truck.

The pick up truck had 1 wheel touching the ground at this point and was suspendred on the now severely bent meter, and the 2nd dropped black civic. Had the meter not been there, all the pedestrians would have been crushed by these 2 vehicles!!! And that’s a busy street. So LUCKILY NO ONE GOT HURT. The drunk guy tried to run, but the pedestrians that were almost crushed kept him from fleeing the scene. Turns out this was his 2nd DUI in a month!

Anywho, this was very bad news for me. Other than my birthday party being cut short, my car being almost totaled, but not quite totaled enough to get money from the insurance, I also had the issue of needing a ride to Ft Lauderdale, 300 miles away, the next morning. You see, my family friends there were leaving for Israel, which is where my parents live, and I had bought all this stuff they asked me for, and was supposed to deposit it with the family friends prior to their flight.

BTW, no I did not even get a birthday lay! Seriously, not a good birthday people, and it just kept getting worse.

Turns out a friend of my other roommate happened to walk by and mentioned he was going to Miami in the morning, so he was nice enough to pick up my very drunk ass and drop me in Ft. Laud. Once in Ft. Laud I dropped off the stuff for my fam, and completed that portion of my mission.

Now, is when we get back to that original, warrant out for my arrest. So, my license had expired, and those fam friends I was now visiting, had left the country, and I was carless, and very hung over. I got a ride to the DMV thinking ok, Ill get my license renewed, rent a car and drive back up to Gville. But no, the DMV was kind enough to inform me that they cannot renew my license and it's a good thing I hadn’t gotten pulled over recently since I would have been sent directly to jail!

They said this kind of thing happens all the time, that it’s probably an unpaid ticket or something, and to call the cops.

Soo.. found another ride back to the empty house, and commenced operation call cops to figure this thing out.

I assumed it had to do with them not getting my certificate of completion from traffic school, but no they got that. I was told I didn’t have car insurance. I informed them that I did, and even at the time, I had my new card with me, and that I mailed in the old one. This was not an easy process, as with all gov type stuff.

As it turned out, those working at the po po station are not so bright. You see, I mailed in the old missing insurance card, but by the time they received it, it was expired. Of course they didn’t bother looking at the actual ticket or anything to see what was up, they just said, nope! Expired! No insurance! Warrant out for your arrest!

You might be wondering, as I was, why did they not bother to contact me, well, the apt I was living at, at the time, was numbered CC-190, and that apparently confused them. They claim they sent the letter to CC-LGO, cause an apt building would not have both letters and numbers in the address.

So about 6 hours of arguing and a few faxes between progressive and the po po station later, I got an apology call. Amazing. So now I was free to find my way back to the DMV, renew the license, rent a car, and drive back to Gville. Still carless, still hung over, and still bummed about my birthday.

Now, yes I do realize nothing here was really terrible, no one got hurt, no one was severely ill, everything really was fine. But, honestly, how many people do you know that this stuff happens to? And I assure you, this is not an isolated incident. This sort of thing, happens, all the time.

So Dr Becca wants me to “Sum up your blogging motivation, philosophy and experience in exactly 10 words.”

Here it goes-

I’m Evie, I’m silly, funny, weird & I love science.