MEHHHHHHH. It's Christmas. I got a whole bunch of car stuff, like jumper cables, oil, tools, snow chains, etc. Cool.
Lately I've been telling my parents that I go out drinking. I left my car at Tommy's the other night and when my parents asked about it, I told them the truth. The result wasn't so bad... immediately. My dad actually congratulated me on my decision, which I guess he should. Whatever though,I've been drinking for 3 years and I've only recently stopped hiding it. I totally know my way around SF drunk and on foot. Leaving my car 15 blocks away is no big deal.
I almost thought that this was a new era with my parents, and it kinda is, but I dont think I'll ever grow up in their eyes. I thought that since I no longer have to hide drinking from my parents, and since I don't do it really often in the city, that I wouldn't have to hear my parents talk to me about it anymore. But no. Not only do I get the "BE CAREFUL" talk 9 times more per day, but now my driving is being scrutinized. First of all, since they're all worried about me drinking, they stay up later to make sure I get home okay. That's okay, I guess, but it leaves me in a vulnerable position when I come home early and high. But that's still not so bad, because I guess my parents will have to come to terms with the fact that I "smoke the dope" soon enough.
The bigger problem is what happened tonight. It still has a chance to be resolved in a peaceful manner, but that may or may not be asking alot, considering it's my father we're talking about. Anyway, I have one, count it, ONE, SMALL glass of red wine (and I do mean small. it was a small glass and a small portion of it was filled. less than 4 fluid oz.) and my father comes up to me and tells me that I can't drive tonight. Let's get this straight right now: I. Love. Driving. I drive all over SF. Every day. I drive stoned all the time when I have a car to do so. It's great. I have never, ever drank and driven (sounds ugly when used in past tense), even when forced into that awkward teenage situation of drinking without the parents finding out, which usually ends up in the teen trying to drive home anyway so he/she won't get in trouble for drinking, and then gets somebody killed.
So why on Earth would my dad take away my driving priviledges for one glass of wine? It was 6pm when we started dinner. Not only was my drink less than the serving size for a typical glass of wine, but I am a large guy with a tolerance for alcohol. So that so-called one drink which should fade away in an hour (good rule of thumb) should fade away FASTER cos it was a small drink used on a big guy. And finally, it's almost 8pm now; I'm not planning on leaving for another hour. So that one drink that the big guy Mike Novak drank 3 hours ago is now the reason why that same Mike Novak can't drive tonight. Not only will this drink totally not affect my driving, but it certainly won't do so 3 hours after it's done, and it definitely wont show up on any breathalyzers and I definitely wont be pulled over in the first place because it's the sunset and i'm only going a couple blocks! FUCK!
Whatever I whine too much. Merry christmas and stuff.
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