My Experience with Drinking and Driving
Anyhow. On to the life lesson I learned last night.
We were all drunk, and I was in the backseat of Shan's Camaro, pretty near passed out, when I heard her and Mo talking, and one of them said, "Well, what should we do?" That piqued my interest, so I sat up and said, "What? What happened?"
They explained to me that we had just passed a car that was rolled over. I was like, OMG, turn around, we need to check it out.
So we came up to the scene of the accident and my heart was beating wildly. It was a blue car flipped on it's hood, and the headlights were still on. Mo and I got out of the car, and walked carefully up to the car. We couldn't see anyone, or anything, so I crawled up to the window, which was squished to be about a foot wide. All of the windows were broken out, and there was glass all over the place, but I couldn't see any blood. The driver had to be somewhere, though, so we started yelling, but to no avail.
So we got in the car and drove about 100 feet or so and saw three boys walking towards the crashed car. We pulled over, and one of the guys was just COVERED in blood. It was disgusting. We ran up, and Mo was just like, WES!!! The guy covered in blood was a guy a grade younger than me named Wes that Mo is best friends with. I ran up to him.
His shirt was splattered with blood, his face and arms were crusted over. We ran up to them, and the other two guys went with Mo to get their cigs from the crash and turn the car off. I went up to Wes, who was stuttering and just sounding ridiculous. It took him like, five minutes to finally tell me that he had dranken some vodka, which he claims was "a lil bit" in his English accent, and it was OBVIOUSLY more cause he could hardly stand up. So I took a... I dont remember what I took but I took something and started trying to clean the blood off of his face and arms, and we took off his bloody shirt and gave him another one. I had to hold him up the entire time cause he was falling, and was doing my best to get his dad's number out of him so I could call him and tell him about the accident.
He was obviously pissed that I was trying to call his dad, and was yelling about it, so I was like, Wes, you just wrecked your car. What do you want me to do?? And what slurs come out of his mouth but "I just want you to kiss me right now." LOL!! It is so funny thinking about it right now but at the time I was like, WES! You smashed your car!! YOu need to think about that!!! So I continued to hold him up, then finally got his number off him, and leaned him against Shan's car. I called his house, but no one answered so I left a message. Seconds later his sister called me back, and I said we were cleaning Wes up and would bring him home and stuff.
So we dropped his friends off and dropped Mo off and then I sat in the back with Wes, scared he might have a concussion, so I kept asking him questions like about his old house in England which was blue with three bedrooms lol. And that he's almost nineteen. Then we had to pull over, I don't know if he puked or not. But all of a sudden, SHannon was like, Uh, I can't see him. I think he just collapsed.
So I got out of the car and sure enough there was Wesley passed out in the ditch. I had to pull him up, which was funny, because when he managed to ever say anything it was ridiculously funny and with his english accent. So he was on the ground, and I woke him up, and said, Give me your hand hon, I;m gonna bring you back to the car. And he was like, "do you really think you can carry me?" i dont know, it seemed funny, coming from a body in the ditch. I mean, I didn't have much choice, was I supposed to leave him there?? Heehee
So then we're in the car, and I was holding his hand, and patting his shoulder, and the poor kid kisses my hand like eight times. I mean, I feel bad, he's probably freaking EMBARRASSED today, you know? I'm sure he is.
Oh, I forgot to say, I cleaned all the blood off him from Mo's house, I got napkins and shit, and they were all soaked and red, it was gross. His ear was really bloody. I was practically bawling in the backseat on the way back to town. I mean, they could have died. They're lucky they didn't. They made it past a lake. What if they would have driven in the lake? No one would have even known! It was scary, but I tried so hard to stay calm.
So we carried him up the stairs at his house cause he almost fell down them and walked him in to the bathroom to wash him off yet again (lots of nasty crustified blood), and he was stubborn, and tried using me as a blanket once or twice (lol, I was trying to lift him up and give him a pillow, and also to get him into his bed, and what he would do is grab my shoulder and pull me on him and snuggle with my arm like a blanket). But Shelby and I got a few laughs in, despite the fact that we were both like, holy shit, they could have died.
I finally got home at 5:15 or so. I couldn't fall asleep.
It's weird, you know? I mean, I'm making jokes about the situation last night, but it wasn't funny. It is funny that he was so drunk that he was hitting on me, but it wasn't funny that he was so drunk he drove. I know he had no idea what was going on, because he mentioned several timed that he was going to drive from his house if we dropped him off there. I had to remind him like five times, I think, that his car was gone. But they are all really lucky they didn't die. I'm so glad that we didn't have to come up to that car and see fucking bodies in it. Moses was scared, too, I could tell, because when he first saw Wes, he was like, "I just saw that the car was blue and I KNEW it was you, Wes."
I mean, I've been stupid to drink and drive. I could have smashed my car any myself or someone else and that's really scary. Wes is an insanely cool kid (just ask any of my friends!!!) and it would have been a tragedy if he would have died. It's really sobering to think that. He's very lucky that he was just scratched up, none of his cuts were even deep enough to need stitches. Phew!!
But another funny note, we were sitting in the backseat on the way to Mosey's and Wes kept saying Ow, and I asked, what hurts? His answer, "My nipples. My nipples" LOL! So Shanny and I burst out laughing, and I'm like, your NIPPLES hurt??! Then he's all like, NO! MY KNUCKLES!!!
That was funny. Thank God I have some things to laugh about on a really potentially scary night. Good thing I learned things too.
~Anne