My girl Cristine celebrated her birthday at Republik nightclub on the 6th. Prior to the celebration and the events that led to it; there was drama afloat involving an annoying girl who forced herself into the party just to see her ex. Plus, my group was late.

What crap Republik has become. The crowd was lousy; full of weirdos and kipaksters. No hot guys AT ALL.

Regardless, I had super fun with the girls, did not let anyone dance with me and made sure the birthday girl was having a good time. And indeed she was. Everytime I looked at her she was smiling. Lol.

(birthday girl 2nd from the left)

The highlight was my drive back home, when I took a different route to test my direction skills which was a total FAIL, because I got lost. I panic when I get lost. I made a huge U-Turn, and slightly hit a snowbank which made my car wobble a bit.

Little did I know there was an approaching police car, and they saw the whole thing unfold. The lights glared on and I got pulled over! I made sure my charms were on full blast. I got to sit in the back seat of the police car; and trust me it’s not very generous on the leg room! It was crampy.

They made me took a breathalizer test (haha) and concluded the alcohol level in my blood was .012 only. They said I wasn’t drunk, but I only have a G2 license therefore I CAN NOT have ANY alcohol in my system AT ALL while driving.

One of the officers was cute. When the bitchy one was away, the cute one turned around and said “If it were up to me, I would’ve let you go, but I’m on training right now and can’t really do anything.”

Aww. But the bitchy one came back and made HIM write me a ticket. After they called a taxi for me because I can’t drive home, the cute police officer went up to my side of the taxi, handing me the ticket.

“*Gasp* You wrote me a ticket?!” I asked in a very cute and innocent voice, with big sad eyes and pouty lips. I’m serious. He said he had to and told me I can fight the ticket if I want, and no demerit points! Woohoo! He seemed so apologetic the whole time. Soft like a marshmallow, which is not very policeman-like.

I swear I only had one drink; vodka with cranberry juice. Vodka you traitor!

To rub salt in the wound, on the taxi ride home, we encountered a drunk driver who almost side-blinded us and drove in the middle of the white dotted line, and was doing 100 on a 60.

Where’s the police when you REALLY need them?