Previously on my 19th Birthday Disaster…. As soon as Tom put the car in park we saw a police car pull up right behind us. The red, white and blue lights shining through the back window sent me into a panic. It was right then I realized that we were in some deep Sh*t.]
So by now I’m freaking out internally and the only thing playing in my mind is the officer asking us to get out the car. So now Tom is telling everyone to relax and I take my cup of jungle juice and shove it in between my friend Alison’s legs. The officer walks up to Tom’s window and while he puts it down, here I am in the back hyperventilating. The officer then asks Tom, “Have you been drinking?” to which Tom replies “No ma’am,” haha okay Tom. Next she asks him who this car belongs to and Tom replies, “my uncle.” “What’s your uncle’s name?” the officer asks to which Tom has no idea. Dude how do you not know your own uncle’s name? That was strike one.
Fast forward to some awkward glances then the officer asks him for his license, insurance and registration. Now pay attention because here, ladies and gentlemen, is where the grace of God saved us. Tom didn’t have his license, strike two, and it took him 2 years to find his registration. But he was still having trouble finding his insurance so the officer said, “wait right here I’ll go put this in the system.” As soon as she left Tom turns to us and says, “guys I don’t have insurance.” Duhf*ck! What do you mean you don’t have insurance? Apparently he canceled his current insurance to get a new one in Mexico, whatever the hell that means. He then had the smart idea that he should get out the car and tell her. To which we all look at him like he has balls for eyeballs and yell at him not to move, that’s just asking to get shot. But here Alison, Penelope, Kaylin and Ariana are in the back completely a mess. I’m borderline near tears praying to God, “If you get me out this situation I’ll never drink again in my life.” (which so far I haven’t haha). After I’ve completely sweat off my eyebrows the officer comes back and tells Josh again whose car it is because it’s registered in his name not his uncles strike three. By this time another officer has pulled up to our car and starts flashing his flashlight in our back window. Now I know for sure we’re definitely going to jail.
The officer tells us that she pulled Tom over because of a busted taillight but now she’s found that he doesn’t have insurance, his license plate is expired and he’s parked illegally. Strike muthf*ckin 100. Yup we’re going to jail. I started wondering what I’d look like in orange. But by some miracle the officer just gave Tom like five citations while the other officer was taking his license plate off, that one was actually funny. But not once did the reference that there was like six people illegally seated in the back come up, but I guess they have bigger problems to worry about. So they let us go and I almost pissed my pants. I thought the night couldn’t get anymore eventful but was wrong. The hookah lounge was the icing on top of a disastrous birthday cake, but that’s another story for another time.