weekend recap: freedom edition

friday
-woken up by cousin's 2 year old to play with play-doh, rocked it, made some pies and worms

-played all morning, tried on high heels, and got tatted up with temporary tattoos

-picked up alex and headed out to secure some explosives

-firework stands rule and fireworks with ironic, silly, or over the top names are my fave

-there was a fountain called "the KGB" that had a picture of stalin on the front, and a huge box set hilariously called "national security"

-we were joined at alex's by dennis, nik, and julian and things got all psychadelic and technicolor

-then we went skateboarding and they rode down a hill a bunch of times while julian and i laid down in the grass and watched a storm blow over

-this was a long day, see?

-headed to tony's to drink, eat dinner, hang till it got dark

-argued forever about whether or not to drive to the lake, even whether the lake still existed, what it was called if it did indeed exist

-ended up shooting off our 'works in an enclave of trees by tony's, totally perfect

-everyone was so tired and we packed it in pretty early

saturday

-slept all effing day and couldn't shake the tiredness

-really, didn't do shit all day

-sat home with a broken phone and dyed my hair

-it's too dark

sunday

-so i almost got arrested, at least it felt that way

-i'm driving through my neighborhood on the way to target (est. 5 miles away)

-a cop pulls behind me in the neighborhood and follows me pretty much the whole way there

-so i'm aware and i'm being careful and observing the speed limit and such

-i get pulled over because (get this) apparently i didn't use my turn signal when i made a turn in the neighborhood....way back there...

-um....ok....

-then 3 more cop cars pull up, shit

-i'm pretty sure i didn't do anything, but that doesn't mean i won't get arrested, ya know?

-the officer gives me a ticket and asks if they can have permission to search my car

-i start adding things up: he pulls me over for something very minor, way after i did it, calls in backup, then asks to search my car, this is weird

-then i see a cop that i recognize, the one that held us captive in our home for a few hours during this incident

-i get it now, they must have run my address or something and have associated me with my heroin addict brother. again. fuck.

-so i ask the cop if this is because of my brother, he plays dumb, and i say no they cannot search my car

-i immediately wonder if this was a good idea, but they let me go, even though i was sassy and disagreeable, hmmm

-i don't want to drive anymore