It has been one unreal Saturday evening. Let me set the stage for this one.
The wife and I attend her 25 high school reunion. We have a good time, she does better than me, because I really don't know many people there. But you know how when you are around a bunch of strangers that are drinking, you can just tell which ones are the happy drunks and which are the mean drunks? We I picked out a few of each.
Now at the same time, Comet, the oldest daughter and the two neighbor boys go to the drive in. Cowboys and Aliens was playing. She takes the Tahoe and we are left with my cavalier.
All is well and we returned home about 11 Pm. We pick up Gator along the way. We all turn in about 12. Now as those of you who have kids that are out late, you really don't sleep.
Now it gets interesting. Phone rings at 12:45, its Comet, she is screaming. Been a wreck right here by the house. Some young brat rode her bumper until he could pass. He passes, goes off the shoulder, over corrects and barrel rolls right in front of her. I hop up, get dressed and tear off to the site. When i pull up, the vehicle was destroyed. This kid is walking around. A small scratch on his back. He didn't have his belt on and was tossed to the back seat. Might be what saved his dumb tail. Comet and the boys are OK. Although being both farm boys, they wanted to beat some tail.
He calls his folks. He is trying to explain to his mom that he is OK. I ask for the phone to give her directions. Wow, I can tell on the phone she is drunk, amazing.
Cops show up, they are real nice about it, just glad no one was hurt. I don't think he is even going to be ticketed. I know the cops, as I know most around here. Here come the parents, they have a sober driver. Holy crap, it is the drunk from the reunion. Small world. He runs up to his son, and whacks him a good one. The cop pulls him off and explains things to him. Luckily he didn't really get a good hit on the kid. Mom is screaming and dad is still fighting mad. I ask the cop can my daughter leave. Sure, get her out of here. I turn the Tahoe around in the road for her and off they go. Still shaken, but I felt she needed to finish the trip.
Now drunk dad spots me. He decides it's all Comets fault and that's why she left. He starts to scream. He gets really upset. He attacks. Before we hit the pavement, the cops break it up. This dude was crazy mad. Cops tells me to get in truck and leave. Drunk dude screams at me all the while I am leaving.
So to make a long story short. It is 5 am and I am still wide awake. Comet and the boys are all OK. Crashed kid will be sore here in a bit.
I know this probably didn't make much sense, but dang, I am tired and now maybe I can sleep a bit. I had to tell someone.