Let's pretend.
You're drunk in Santa Barbara, early in the morning.
(Original photo stolen from this site)
You get into your car and head north on Highway 101. You take the Hope Street off-ramp a leeeetle recklessly, side-swiping the concrete guard rail.
Then you clip a metal street light.
A quarter of a mile farther on Hope street and Calle Real, you hit a hydrant.
You didn't just hit the hydrant, you snapped it off at the base.
A plume of water soared 50-60 feet into the air from the broken hydrant.
You drive home and tuck your car into the garage before going inside to sleep it off.
You are awakened by Officers Beltran and Gaston.
Depending upon your ability to pretend, you may or may not now be behind bars and the girlfriend of a big dude named Walter. You may wanna stop pretending now.
This really happened (mostly) in December in Santa Barbara, and you can read the report here if you'd like.
Thanks to Matt at PlanetSantaBarbara.com for posting this link on Facebook for my great amusement.
You're drunk in Santa Barbara, early in the morning.
You: Think I'll go for a drive.
(Original photo stolen from this site)
You get into your car and head north on Highway 101. You take the Hope Street off-ramp a leeeetle recklessly, side-swiping the concrete guard rail.
You: Whazzzat?
Then you clip a metal street light.
You: That didn't needa be there!
A quarter of a mile farther on Hope street and Calle Real, you hit a hydrant.
You: They put that WAY too close to the shtreet.
You didn't just hit the hydrant, you snapped it off at the base.
You: It'sh RAINING allashudden?
A plume of water soared 50-60 feet into the air from the broken hydrant.
You: It'sh reeeally raining. I better get home.
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
You leave the scene, but your front bumper and license plate stay behind.You: Car'sh runnin' kinda rough today.
You drive home and tuck your car into the garage before going inside to sleep it off.
You: Shleep tight, little car -- hey, whuthahell happened to my bumper?!
You are awakened by Officers Beltran and Gaston.
You: Wha' kin I do fer you gennnelmen?
(Original photo stolen from this guy)
You: I was ffframed.
Depending upon your ability to pretend, you may or may not now be behind bars and the girlfriend of a big dude named Walter. You may wanna stop pretending now.
This really happened (mostly) in December in Santa Barbara, and you can read the report here if you'd like.
Thanks to Matt at PlanetSantaBarbara.com for posting this link on Facebook for my great amusement.









No one writes drunk-speak like you. I wonder why?
Posted by: Suz Broughton | January 07, 2010 at 09:09 PM
That's good!
Posted by: noe noe girl | January 07, 2010 at 07:13 PM
He had to drive home because he was too drunk to walk.
Posted by: KathiD | January 07, 2010 at 03:20 PM
I think they actually have to see you driving to charge you with a DUI...cause ya know, it might have been that evil twin brother who stole the car. Or, as in other cases, the 7 year old child.
Not that I have any 1st hand knowledge or expertise in these areas....I've never driven in CA!:)
Posted by: Rick's Cafe | January 07, 2010 at 12:56 PM
hahahaah... too dang funny :)
Posted by: momx2 | January 07, 2010 at 11:36 AM
Now I love Santa Barbara even more!
Posted by: Mental P Mama | January 07, 2010 at 11:28 AM
I was ROLLING laughing!!!! oh that is classic!
Posted by: Ann Marie | January 07, 2010 at 10:41 AM
I see people like that in my 'hood from time to time. Fortunately, there are no exit ramps, street signs, or fire hydrants. (Heck, there aren't even centerlines on the roads in some places.) The path of destruction often includes downed mailboxes, fast-food wrappers and beer cans...
Posted by: big hair envy | January 07, 2010 at 10:37 AM