2001. NYE Singles Dance. Middle of frigid winter. Low on fuel, tall boots, short skirt, cardigan not made for warmth.
Got lost which should have been my sign to just go the hell home.
But I persisted.
Found the venue, found the dance floor.
Counting me there were eight singles total. And none touching my decade.
I didn't have the heart to kill the robust party by 1/8 so I stayed. To be polite, I suppose. Or to put off the 60 miles drive home, on an 1/8 of a tank, the fraction of the night.
Found a gas station in the middle of frozen nowhere, had to enlist a stranger for help, because that's safe, and continued on my way, only to be stopped by LE on the inskirts of my hometown, not by one squad car but three. Boxed in. LEO approaches, "Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight?" No, Sir, but considering my night, I probably should have been.
I guess someone called me in for crossing the fog lines. Which I was doing on purpose, to stay awake! Rumble strips.
No worries, Officers, I'm WIDE AWAKE now.
But i think we were all agreed -- I should have stayed home.