May 12th, Milwaukee: I awake in the morning to Derek telling me to get up. I woke up several times during the course of the night because some part of my body got sore; the floor was a bad choice. I feel totally dazed and out of it, but since Derek needs to go to work I’ve got to leave with him so he can lock up. I have him walk me over to the nearest 30 bus stop so I can get a ride into the city, then he says goodbye and continues his stroll to work. God I’m so tired, fuck this morning shit. On top of the exhaustion it is very cold out and I’m wearing only a polo shirt and jeans which is not appropriate clothing for the East side of Milwaukee on most days in May.
Eventually the bus arrives and I do my best not to fall asleep on it. I get off in front of the Badger bus station and grab a sandwich at the Subway next door. When I get on the bus I fall asleep almost instantly.
An hour and 45 minutes later I wake up in Madison. My parents are unable to pick me up from the station, so I call Semo to see if he’s hanging around the city. He is not. I call my brother and he tells me he can give me a ride home from the Wisconsin Union in about 45 minutes. I walk down State Street and stop into a café for a glass of coffee to try and wake me up. After finishing it I do not feel much better.
My brother picks me up on the steps of the Union and drives me back to the West side. He says he has a final exam today and I question whether giving me a ride risks making him late.
“Meh, I don’t really care. If I get there I get there” he responds. We are definitely related. When he gets us home I go straight upstairs and lie down in bed. I am asleep within minutes.
I wake up at 7pm. Damn, that nap got a little out of hand, but I don’t have anywhere pressing to be so whatever. I get something to eat downstairs then ask my parents if I can take one of the cars to the gym. They tell me they don’t need it and I’m free to do so. I drive over to the club and spend an hour lifting weights then half an hour on a bike doing cardio and watching TV. When I finish the workout I drive back to my house, take a shower, and change into a suit for our Wednesday night Maduro’s meet up.
I drive into the city and park the car in front of the bar. When I get there Semo, Robert, and Matthew are all waiting for me. While we’re up at the bar a guy and girl come say hi to me, the guy is a waiter at Eno Vino named Ryan, and the girl is the woman I met outside before my date with Martina who gave me her business card, Ann (name changed.) They say they have been out at a dance lesson. Ryan asks who the girl I was out to dinner with the other night, and I tell him it was an old friend from high school that I haven’t seen from a long time and leave it at that since it’s true and a more forward answer of “The girl who became my drug dealer that I’m casually sleeping with” probably won’t do me any favors when he reports back to Ann. I chat up Ann a bit and tell her that I lost her business card (which I did, like a dumbass) and that she should give me another one. She sorts through her things a bit but then starts talking to Ryan and then either fails to find one or loses interest in doing so and never gives me another. I do not mention it again as that would come off desperate.
I spend most of the evening hanging out with the boys with a glass of wine in my hand and a cigar in my mouth. Because I have drive I only have two glasses of wine, and late into the evening Martina messages to see if we can meet up tonight. The stipulation is that I’ll have to pick her up from the house of the guy she is dating and apparently plans to turn into her boyfriend once I leave town, but I don’t particularly mind. We leave Maduro’s at bar time which is 2am in Madison, and I make the rather confusing trek over to the guy’s house. I meet them both outside and Martina is clearly quite drunk. I chat to the guy, Ryan, for a little while and he seems like a real chill dude and even has a Family Guy t-shirt on, something I compliment him on. In the car Martina tells me that she has I’m just an old friend from high school that is helping her out with a ride for the night, which I suppose is technically accurate. She is pretty torn up, and says that while Ryan is a nice guy and more mature than most guys his age, she found herself bored tonight around him and her mind wandering to when I’d come pick her up.
On the drive from the house to the apartment I am going about 10 over since it is 3am and nobody is on the road. Unfortunately, at a point where the speed limit goes from 55 to 45 there is a cop behind me and before I realize the drop in limit and slow down he puts on his lights and pulls me over. He walks over to the car
“Sir I’ve pulled you over for your speed tonight. You were going 65 in a 45.”
“Ah yes, terribly sorry about that, the limit went down back there and I didn’t slow down in time, my apologies.”
“Sir how much have you had to drink tonight?”
“I had a couple glasses of wine at the bar.”
“What bar was this?”
“Maduro’s, the wine and cigar bar right off the capitol.”
“I see, stay here I’ll be right back.”
He goes back to his car and we are left waiting for a minute. I smile at Martina and tell her I’m not too concerned about this. The officer comes back over
“Sir I’m going to need you to step out of the car to conduct a sobriety test”
I step out and walk over near his vehicle with him. Please God don’t have him make him do the alphabet backwards, I couldn’t get past ‘y’ if I hadn’t had a drink in a year. First he makes me walk in a straight line, toe to toe, ten steps out and then turn then ten steps back. I do so with the grace of a gymnast. Then he holds up his pen in front of my eyes and tells me to follow it without moving my head even if he goes beyond my plane of view. I do exactly as he instructs, but once when he pauses and goes way out of view I slightly turn my head and he tells me not to, otherwise the test is without incident. Then he has me hold my right leg up in front of me a foot above the ground. I hold it up flawlessly and make small chat to him about how his night is going. He tells me I can put my leg down.
“Alright sir I’m not going to arrest you for drunk driving tonight, but I do want you to take a breathalyzer just to be certain.”
“Have you used one of these before?”
“Oh yea, we have them all over the place in Australia.”
“Okay just blow until I tell you to stop.”
I take a deep breath and blow out for a while until the thing beeps and he instructs me to stop. When the reading comes back he tells me I’ve blown a .025, way below the legal Wisconsin limit of .08. Bond18: 1, Breathalyzer: 0. He tells me I’m free to go and to make sure to slow down then does not write me a ticket. I get back into the car and smile very wide at Martina then pull the car back onto the beltline.
I drive us over to the apartment and we go upstairs. She takes out a piece, packs a bowl, and we play the shotgun game. When the bowl is cashing we jump each other and take things over to the bed. Giggity.