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I took off work last Saturday in order to attend the Big Easy Brewery's Brew Off. The fee was $10, and the idea is that the local homebrewers go to a commercial brewery and take part in brewing a commercial beer. We were given breakfast, lunch, and all the Big Easy beer we could drink as well as 5 gallons of the wort. I had an ok time, but I was extremely fucking tired. You see, I had woken up the day before at 8:00 am and had never gone to sleep that night due to a late F/X session. Now granted I was able to pass out on a bench in the brewery for about two hours, but in the long run it didn't help. Anyhow, I left the Marrero based brewery an hour or two before sundown with heavy lids and a camoflaged bucket of wort. I headed to Metairie in order to take pictures of my father's bike and of a drawing I had done, however my father was not there when I arrived. I entered into his house and took a number of pictures of my drawing then went back to my car. On the ride back home however, a cop caught me passing a car (behind a number of other cars that had just passed me) going 86 mph on the 55 mph Causeway bridge. I pulled over at the nearest cross section only to be told that the cop had somehow gotten a "call" stating that I was driving as if I were under the influence. So he demands a field sobriety test, which I passed without error, yet he still didn't feel "convinced" that I should be on the road. So he ordered me to call two people to come out to us, one to pick me up and one to drive my car home. He then gives me a ticket for the speeding (reckless endangerment ladies and gentleman; 24 mile long bridge + 55 mph x it's own private police force = BULLSHIT!), and to add on to it my license had expired on my birthday last month. Now for round two, I had called my girlfriend and asked her if she could get someone and pick me up. We live maybe 20-30 minutes away from where I was, and I assumed that she would just go next door to where my mother lives and get her. However, as logical assumptions always seem to go, she did not do that. Instead she calls one of our friedns that lives 30-40 minutes from our house in the opposite direction from where I was waiting. After about an hour or so of sitting in my car, as my annoyance at my situation marinated into the beginings of anger, the cop approaches my window again. Right as the motherfucker is asking where the fuck my ride is, my girlfriend and friend pull up, which prompted the cop to give the cute little fucking comment that "it would be easier to just arrest me". Cock sucking pig.

But I'm not bitter. I'm just looking ast a manditory court date, a fine that I don't even want to try and imagine its cost, and the possibility that my license will be suspended. So what a merry fucking weekend that was.

On a better note, Elric's (my ferret) surgery was not mortal, he seems to be recuperating well, and the results from the tumor that had been removed came back benign. So at least I didn't have to kill anyone. I feel I have bitched enough. That is all.