M. bought tickets to an Oktoberfest thang in SF. A few co-workers were getting together to drink.

M. has no drinking frame of reference. Luckily the California Highway Patrol (aka the TV famous CHiPs) were in force.

M. had been sharing my beer. He blew 0.0 and the dickhead cop mocked him for not drinking. I explained to the cop I had had what I drink at a typical show. He gave me the follow my finger field sobriety test and warned me I was drunk. The drunk boy next to me explained my eyeballs twitched.

I blew a borderline 0.97. The cop seemed disappointed. The drunk congratulated me. I felt oddly proud to know where I was.

Meanwhile, we ran into our own personal local policeman, who filed my stolen bike report. He wasn’t in uniform save his baby face. Out of uniform is out of context. I thnk he’s stalking us.