From: Queer Click
While partying in San Diego over the weekend Jeremy Bilding downed two shots and five beers before getting behind the wheel to drive to his friend’s place. While driving and using his phone to find his way there, he accidentally swerved in front of a police officer and got hauled in for having a 0.8 blood alcohol level. In his own defense Bilding said he passed the field sobriety test and said “I felt nothing, not even the beginning twinkle of an impending buzz.”
Here’s more from his blog:
While nice and good people (for the most part), were also a little more party than I prefer my taste. I felt bad refusing several substances every couple minutes, and found myself more and more antsy to make my way home to my own bed, or at least to a place that I could get some sleep without the interruption, or being “that guy” at the party. Not to mention, I was a bit nervous about my car on the main street at a meter. So, I politely made my goodbye’s and made my way out of the building…Unfortunately, I didn’t actually know how to get to Tommy’s on my own, so I needed the aid of my phone, and in the process of discovering and plotting my course on my iPhone, I had swerved a little on the highway, in the view of a California Highway Patrol car.Fuck.Cherries went. Officer approached. I responded, disclosing fully and honestly every question he had. “Yes I’d had a few drinks this evening”; where I was coming from, where I was heading and the like. Given the opportunity again, you better damn believe that I’d answer everything EXACTLY as I had then.Unfortunately, I had not done the proper amount of math, and had not given myself enough time to fully dissipate the alcohol in my system. I may have passed all the playground games that the officer had me perform to prove my sobriety, but I did not pass the breathalyzer test, and I blew a .08…Friday night, I thought I was good, as I had stated before, and never felt any sort of the effects of alcohol in my system, and I had paced myself, believing that I had kept myself not only at a LOW B.A.C. level, but at a responsible level regardless. For this, I will shun any sympathy you may offer, or any support you may have. I fucked up and I will accept my responsibilities for my actions on my own. Thank you anyway, but please, there is never an excuse. Never.
Oh Jeremy, we weren’t going to offer you sympathy. We were gonna mock you for being such a swervy drunk, except that you’ve already given yourself the lashing you deserve on your own blog, so we’ll skip it. Besides, a tongue lashing couldn’t beat the postscript to your boozy tale. Apparently Bilding’s bail bondsman immediately offered him a beer just after bailing him out for drunk driving. Of course he wanted Jeremy to get arrested for drunk driving again—more arrests means more business for bail bondsmen!
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