8:00 AM. Still haven't slept yet. I'm off to class. Be back around 9:20.

One Year Anniversary

Just thought it would fun to point out, seeing as how I just noticed this a moment ago; Today is the one-year anniversary of the last time I was arrested. 

In 2007, at about 8:00 PM I was stopped by a Fitchburg city cop and asked about my bookbag. I said I had beer in it and that I was 22. I didn't have my license on me but I had my school ID. I told them, "Look, you've arrested me before, I should be in the system, I just don't have my wallet." After about 5 minutes they said I was alright and let me go. I walked into the backyard of 182 Highland and joined about 80-90 other people. As I'm trying to recognize faces in the crowd, it dawns on me. 

There is a warrant for my arrest.

A.) How could I be so stupid carrying that bag? 

B.) How the hell did I get by the cops?

Well after about 7-8 minutes of being there, about 5 cops came into the backyard. In front of about 40 onlookers that noticed the cops came in, one of them points at me and goes "There he is!" 

My jaw drops as I accept my fate. I give my beers to the nearest friend and wait for judgement. Without even waiting to be addressed I look at them and quietly surmise out loud "The warrant?" 

I can't quite remember if they slapped the cuffs on right away, or let me walk on my own recognizance to the paddy wagon. My own stupidity fueled my cooperative nature, so I can fathom them showing some pity, and waiting until I was out front to hand-cuff me. I'll ask around today to see if anyone else remembers.

But again, I get sidetracked with the hilarity of the scenarios in which I'm involved. Going back to police practices..... why should I be in fear that my bag would be searched? There could be a thousand people drinking on the campus. The truth is, if I'm walking in a straight line on a city street, I SHOULD NOT BE STOPPED. The officer has zero reason to be suspicious of anything. 

And then, it takes me a year to realize, that if the officers know there is a warrant for my arrest, they need SEARCH warrant to come get me. They never should walked into the backyard for 182. There is no set protocol for these cops.

Spree Day blog

Aw Jesus. It's 7 AM, I haven't slept yet, and I actually got the idea to blog Spree Day. I feel depressed at my own gay/dorky/unoriginal ideas. 

For those that don't live in the Fitchburg area, Spree Day is the last day of classes at the college and the biggest drinking day of the year. This is my fifth Spree and my first with a good apartment. 

Basically our (my roommates and I) contribution to today's festivities will be to physically open the doors and let people come over. They can drink themselves stupid if they really want to, most people won't stay for more than an hour. Night times is what we should watch out for. All the drunks who paced themselves and didn't pass out at 7 are going to meet together. We just gotta make sure it's not at our place. The paddy wagon will be itching to bust someone today.

  It's way too much of a risk to get kegs and sell cups. My original idea, which was buy about 300 cans of Milwaukee's best and sell 6-packs for five bucks, now seems likes like way too much work. Forget trying to make a fire and sell dogs and burgers. I still think "cook your own dogs" has a cool, mood-setting intangible that's so important at large parties.

I'm curious as to how the cops are gonna enter our house. The back yard stairs that lead out to Damon Street will be blocked off, but not very effectively. We'll probably put some sort of makeshift sign up that says to come around to the front driveway. The effectiveness of this "blockade" is both good and bad. A weak blockade is easy to by-pass, however, if the cops crash in through the front door, the "blockade" can be pushed aside for a speedy, mass evacuation of drunk people.