Oh, What A Night…

So, I am sitting here tonight minding my own business, working on a new video, watching some TV, and syncing my iPod, when the wife asks me to run to the store.

She was in the middle of a project and needed something. It was nearly 1:30 in the morning, and here I was getting dressed, getting my shoes on, and running out the door, so my wife would be happy.

As I drive down the road, about a mile from our house, there is a police roadblock. They do this from time to time (especially on the last day of the month) to catch people driving under the influence and with expired licenses. I show them my ID, and they tell me to have a good evening.

When I arrive at the store, just another five miles down the road, I am greeted by three more policemen who are pulling into the same store I am. It's funny, the feeling you get that you might have done something wrong. As I step out of the truck, I am engulfed in a spider web (how it got there so quickly after I got in the truck is anyone's guess) and I start flailing around like a madman.

I'm sure they thought I was going through hydrocodone detox or something, because all three of them took a keen interest in what I was doing. Trust me, if I was going through hydrocodone detox, the last place I would be, would be a small convenience store at 1:30 in the morning. Although home-based detox programs encourage you to live your daily life and deal with the stresses your body is used too. I'm not sure my body will ever get used to the stress that occurs when I walk into a giant spider web.

Anyway, as I walk out of the store, the three officers tell me, almost in perfect harmony, to have a good evening. I told them I would be sure to do just that, and I drove toward home.

As I approached the roadblock from the other side, I can't help but wonder if they will just wave me through, since I had just been there minutes before. No such luck. The officer stopping people heading one way is not communicating with the officer stopping people going the other way.

I pulled my identification out again, showed it to the nice trooper, and he waves me through, once again telling me to have a nice evening.

The trip to the store was quite an ordeal and I could hardly wait to get inside and put my feet up. As I climb out of the truck, I walk around the front, smack dab into another freakin' spider web. But this time I could feel the spider on my back. OH. MY. GAWD. I am not afraid of the bugs or other creatures that live out here in the woods, but the spiders are a different story. The ones out here are huge, and I will never get used to them.

I quickly brushed it off my back and kept moving for the front door. As I approached the front steps I was buzzed by a small flock of night bugs of some kind, which really topped off my night.

Needless to say, I walked through the door, threw my keys and wallet onto the desk, handed the wife her stuff from the store, and collapsed into a big heaping pile of exhaustion.

Oh yeah, and now, finally, I am going to have a good evening.