Can you imagine?! I could never....but it happened to me on my first date with Eddie!
Many of you know this story. but a lot of you don't. Either way, it's entertainment and it's a completely true story! So as a continuation of How I Met My Husband from last weeks post, let's get on with the show!
During the summer months of 2007, I spent many hours messaging back and fourth between a handsome soldier named Eddie while he was deployed in Iraq as a Airborne Ranger. Once home for a brief mid-tour leave, he booked a flight to see me in Michigan and we were going to finally find out if we liked each other in person as much as we did from the opposite sides of the planet.
I was floating on air in the days before his scheduled arrival. He had had a great time with his family in California but other than that, war is never a fantastic experience for anyone and I was ready to give my man some R & R with a side of sweet stuff. I wore a black Calvin Klein dress and sandals that had jewels glued to the straps. With my cover girl (this is pre-sephora Lindsay!) powder-matte foundation, matching underwear set, and my trusty hair straightener, I got ready for the big moment of meeting at the airport! He was even wearing his uniform! *SQUEEE!!*
and because God was looking out for me, it was a sunny warm September day and his flight arrived on-time. He was divine! Blonde and tan from his time in the desert, sturdy and rugged in his uniform....what? Sorry I was daydreaming. what was I doing? oh yeah... the day we met <3
Gathered with some of my friends, we went out to eat and then spent the night out at my favorite bar in East Town, Mulligans! Everyone was buying him shots because how could you not for a lone soldier in a mid-western bar? We also went to my favorite post-bar eatery- Yesterdog! (you've seen American Pie, right?) I was floating on air, the cloud nine kind, not the intoxicated kind, at least I didn't think so.
I cut myself off of drinks after a couple of beers and not too long into the night we we're ready to head home. We said our goodbyes and headed home to my princess bedroom. On the road home we listened to my ipod and talked excitedly about our plans for the weekend. Dinner with my family was happening the next night, but other than that plan, the world was our oyster!
Crossing over the drawbridge to Grand Haven we cut into a park on road I deemed a "short cut". Maybe I did have something to hide after all because waiting in that dark park was a cop with his lights out. Hiding in wait for other's for fell for the old "short cut" trick.
Did I mention I had a tail light out? I had a tail light out and did nothing about it for weeks.
Did I mention I had lost my drivers licence recently? I had lost my drivers licence/ID after a night out recently and again, did nothing about it.
I was just using my passport to buy beer and didn't make going to the secretary of state a priority. Completely irresponsible on my part. That's what I was thinking when I saw the cop car light up behind me and slowed to a stop on the side of the road.
My heart was POUNDING. I had a tail light out and didn't have my drivers license with me and I figured I was gonna get a lecture from the officer or worse yet, a ticket! I was mortified! but it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Once he stepped up to my window, the boozey-bar smell wafted out to him and I think I was doomed at that first moment. He shined his light into the cab of my car and inquired where Eddie was from and what he was doing here in his uniform, because apparently that's a major priority. I don't remember what the cop was doing when I explained that I didn't have my license on me and why I had a tail light out (which is why I was pulled over), but I'm sure the cop was rolling his eyes.
This next part is fuzzy so bear (lol) with me (haha fuzzy bear) so I was either asked to get out of my car or did a breathalyzer first I don't remember which, but the conclusion was the same. I had gone over the limit of what was a "safe" amount of alcohol to drink before driving and I broke the law. I was absolutely ashamed and dumb-struck. Never in a million years did I think I would meet a great guy like Eddie on a lark but never in a trillion years did I ever think I would be arrested and took to jail on a date! or at all! I had no prior record. This wasn't normal to me.
The other thing that wasn't normal is that Eddie some how blew zero in the breathalyzer (after drinking all night! when his tolerance is low from being deployed!? after people bought him multiple Mulligan's Stews!?!?) That didn't make any sense but neither did this entire situation. The officer gave control over my car to Eddie and he was on his own in the middle of the night in new place where he didn't know anyone! He was ok though. He was a Ranger for crying out loud.
How stupid could I be? Was falling in love causing me to loose all of my morals and putting everyone in danger? I won't go into how deep and dark those thoughts got but they were there all at once.
I was scream crying on the side of the road in my cocktail dress and handcuffs. My life was over as far as I was concerned, Eddie got into the drivers side of my car and tried telling me it would be ok. I was NOT ok however.
I was taken to the drunk tank and booked. I would give anything to have my mugshot from that night but we'll have to use our imagination. They finger printed me and made me take out all my jewelry including earrings and belly button ring and I recall pieces of my bejeweled sandals falling off (side bar: I kept the broken pieces of the gemstones from those shoes and they made an appearance in wedding brooch bouquet ) I had to put on nasty prison sandals and was locked up with 2-3 other women.
One woman in particular took pity and me and was my counselor for that tragic night and next day. I cried on her lap and she soothed me and told me it was going to be fine. I tried explaining to her that I didn't think Eddie would stay. I thought for sure he was going to abandon my car and find his way to the airport and go back to California. He could've been at the freakin' Playboy Mansion still, drinking with playmates but he had flown to Michigan to meet me and now I was in jail and didn't know where he was.
I fell asleep on this strange women's lap and when I awoke to "breakfast" I started inquiring about when I could leave. I waited hours and hours. and apparently just outside the building, my Eddie was waiting hours and hours for me! but I didn't know this yet. I kept asking if anyone was there for me and they couldn't tell me.
I wasn't released until around noon the next day and as soon as I walked out the door Eddie picked me up and swung me around like a princess. I sniffled and bleary eyed looked at him in astonishment. I couldn't believe he stayed! He found a hotel near the place where we were pulled over and slept for a few hours. He got a paper map and asked the front desk where the jail was and he mapped his route and set out in my car to pick up his jail bird. I still have the map that he used to find me in jail. It's in our scrapbook.
The next part was just as hard. At our first dinner together with my family, I had to break the news that I spent the last night in jail. They were horrified! and in disbelief! but surprisingly supportive! With that support, I was able to make it through the legal process of lawyering up and got my charges reduced and didn't get any probation. Just a restricted license for 3 months.
I have not been in trouble with the law since and because of that, this makes a great and unfortunately true story that we love to tell to this day!
Can anyone top this first date story??
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| photo taken hours before my arrest |
Many of you know this story. but a lot of you don't. Either way, it's entertainment and it's a completely true story! So as a continuation of How I Met My Husband from last weeks post, let's get on with the show!
During the summer months of 2007, I spent many hours messaging back and fourth between a handsome soldier named Eddie while he was deployed in Iraq as a Airborne Ranger. Once home for a brief mid-tour leave, he booked a flight to see me in Michigan and we were going to finally find out if we liked each other in person as much as we did from the opposite sides of the planet.
I was floating on air in the days before his scheduled arrival. He had had a great time with his family in California but other than that, war is never a fantastic experience for anyone and I was ready to give my man some R & R with a side of sweet stuff. I wore a black Calvin Klein dress and sandals that had jewels glued to the straps. With my cover girl (this is pre-sephora Lindsay!) powder-matte foundation, matching underwear set, and my trusty hair straightener, I got ready for the big moment of meeting at the airport! He was even wearing his uniform! *SQUEEE!!*
and because God was looking out for me, it was a sunny warm September day and his flight arrived on-time. He was divine! Blonde and tan from his time in the desert, sturdy and rugged in his uniform....what? Sorry I was daydreaming. what was I doing? oh yeah... the day we met <3
Gathered with some of my friends, we went out to eat and then spent the night out at my favorite bar in East Town, Mulligans! Everyone was buying him shots because how could you not for a lone soldier in a mid-western bar? We also went to my favorite post-bar eatery- Yesterdog! (you've seen American Pie, right?) I was floating on air, the cloud nine kind, not the intoxicated kind, at least I didn't think so.
I cut myself off of drinks after a couple of beers and not too long into the night we we're ready to head home. We said our goodbyes and headed home to my princess bedroom. On the road home we listened to my ipod and talked excitedly about our plans for the weekend. Dinner with my family was happening the next night, but other than that plan, the world was our oyster!
Crossing over the drawbridge to Grand Haven we cut into a park on road I deemed a "short cut". Maybe I did have something to hide after all because waiting in that dark park was a cop with his lights out. Hiding in wait for other's for fell for the old "short cut" trick.
Did I mention I had a tail light out? I had a tail light out and did nothing about it for weeks.
Did I mention I had lost my drivers licence recently? I had lost my drivers licence/ID after a night out recently and again, did nothing about it.
I was just using my passport to buy beer and didn't make going to the secretary of state a priority. Completely irresponsible on my part. That's what I was thinking when I saw the cop car light up behind me and slowed to a stop on the side of the road.
My heart was POUNDING. I had a tail light out and didn't have my drivers license with me and I figured I was gonna get a lecture from the officer or worse yet, a ticket! I was mortified! but it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Once he stepped up to my window, the boozey-bar smell wafted out to him and I think I was doomed at that first moment. He shined his light into the cab of my car and inquired where Eddie was from and what he was doing here in his uniform, because apparently that's a major priority. I don't remember what the cop was doing when I explained that I didn't have my license on me and why I had a tail light out (which is why I was pulled over), but I'm sure the cop was rolling his eyes.
This next part is fuzzy so bear (lol) with me (haha fuzzy bear) so I was either asked to get out of my car or did a breathalyzer first I don't remember which, but the conclusion was the same. I had gone over the limit of what was a "safe" amount of alcohol to drink before driving and I broke the law. I was absolutely ashamed and dumb-struck. Never in a million years did I think I would meet a great guy like Eddie on a lark but never in a trillion years did I ever think I would be arrested and took to jail on a date! or at all! I had no prior record. This wasn't normal to me.
The other thing that wasn't normal is that Eddie some how blew zero in the breathalyzer (after drinking all night! when his tolerance is low from being deployed!? after people bought him multiple Mulligan's Stews!?!?) That didn't make any sense but neither did this entire situation. The officer gave control over my car to Eddie and he was on his own in the middle of the night in new place where he didn't know anyone! He was ok though. He was a Ranger for crying out loud.
How stupid could I be? Was falling in love causing me to loose all of my morals and putting everyone in danger? I won't go into how deep and dark those thoughts got but they were there all at once.
I was scream crying on the side of the road in my cocktail dress and handcuffs. My life was over as far as I was concerned, Eddie got into the drivers side of my car and tried telling me it would be ok. I was NOT ok however.
I was taken to the drunk tank and booked. I would give anything to have my mugshot from that night but we'll have to use our imagination. They finger printed me and made me take out all my jewelry including earrings and belly button ring and I recall pieces of my bejeweled sandals falling off (side bar: I kept the broken pieces of the gemstones from those shoes and they made an appearance in wedding brooch bouquet ) I had to put on nasty prison sandals and was locked up with 2-3 other women.
One woman in particular took pity and me and was my counselor for that tragic night and next day. I cried on her lap and she soothed me and told me it was going to be fine. I tried explaining to her that I didn't think Eddie would stay. I thought for sure he was going to abandon my car and find his way to the airport and go back to California. He could've been at the freakin' Playboy Mansion still, drinking with playmates but he had flown to Michigan to meet me and now I was in jail and didn't know where he was.
I fell asleep on this strange women's lap and when I awoke to "breakfast" I started inquiring about when I could leave. I waited hours and hours. and apparently just outside the building, my Eddie was waiting hours and hours for me! but I didn't know this yet. I kept asking if anyone was there for me and they couldn't tell me.
I wasn't released until around noon the next day and as soon as I walked out the door Eddie picked me up and swung me around like a princess. I sniffled and bleary eyed looked at him in astonishment. I couldn't believe he stayed! He found a hotel near the place where we were pulled over and slept for a few hours. He got a paper map and asked the front desk where the jail was and he mapped his route and set out in my car to pick up his jail bird. I still have the map that he used to find me in jail. It's in our scrapbook.
The next part was just as hard. At our first dinner together with my family, I had to break the news that I spent the last night in jail. They were horrified! and in disbelief! but surprisingly supportive! With that support, I was able to make it through the legal process of lawyering up and got my charges reduced and didn't get any probation. Just a restricted license for 3 months.
I have not been in trouble with the law since and because of that, this makes a great and unfortunately true story that we love to tell to this day!
Can anyone top this first date story??
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