The Embarrassment of a DUI

I rarely if ever drink, I mean it has to be one heck of a special occasion to get me to sip anything with alcohol. Not because of some moral issue, but simply as I just don’t normally like the taste. That’s what makes this once embarrassing incident now amusing to me, and the people like me to which this was a one time mistake as well. Unfortunately the consequences in the state I live are the same for everyone and in many cases the financial and emotional punishments can effect not just the psyche, but for many of us our once great driving records and jobs. Fortunately for me I was lucky on the job part, secure in my career and not having to worry about whether or not someone was going to mistake me for an alcoholic.

Let’s start with what happened. I had just won a top award with my corporation and some of my co-workers and friends wanted to take me out to dinner to celebrate, we were to meet at a nice Italian place that typically serves the best ravioli in town. I got there about 8:00pm, everyone else was already there and had a nice bottle of Cabernet open and ready. Since it was an Italian evening and an Italian dinner I poured a glass and we all started chatting. Finally the food arrived and I took one bite and it was horrid, I pushed the plate away and being the type that does not want to complain I just decided not to eat, so I poured another glass of wine to enjoy while my friends ate. So that was 2 Large red wine glasses of wine, and empty stomach, and a body weight of 112 pounds and not knowing how alcohol effects my body as I do not drink regularly you can plainly see that I did every thing wrong here.

We finished up by 9:15pm at the latest and feeling nothing but really sleepy I got in to my car and made the idiotic mistake of 1 st , not getting a cab or another driver to get me home, but getting in to my car starting it and not turning on my headlights. Needless to say I was impaired. As soon as I pulled out of the restaurant I was pulled over flashing lights, sirens and all. I rolled down my window and the first question the officer asked was if I had been drinking and how much, I, being honest told him. That’s when he asked me to get out of the car and did the eye with the pen test and the alphabet backwards (which sober I cannot even do), both of which I failed miserably. He told me he was placing me under arrest for OVI and handcuffed me put me in his car and off to the station.