The Beginning

I was stopped for my DUI 2nd on May 3, 2014. I met my Aunt to go do karaoke. I didn't intend to stay out late or even to drink much. Things always change. I started talking to a guy while I was sitting with my Aunt and he was intelligent and was impressed with my knowledge of baseball I hadn't eaten much all day so the two margaritas that I had went straight to my head and I could feel that they had effected me more than they normally would. The restaurant we were at was closing and I was invited to go across the way to a bar to hang out. I wasn't completely comfortable agreeing with this in the first place but I went anyway. So we left and went to this bar. I was bought a third drink at this point which I barely drank out of. I sang a couple songs and it was time to leave. The place we went to was not one that I was familiar with, nor is it located in a convenient location. Please do not take this in any way as a form of me making excuses, because I am past that point and do not make excuses for myself in regards to this, it is merely stating a fact. Anyway, as I got into my car to leave, I lit a cigarette and pulled across the parking lot thinking I could get onto the main road to get to my house. This, however, was not the case, instead I was coming off a curb and on the other side of this curb sat two police cars who I did see and I knew the minute that I pulled off the curb that I was getting a DUI. I called my parents to let them know what was going on and I waited for my fate. I was asked out of my car, and so started my DUI second. I am quite possibly the clumsiest person in the entire world, and I have no center. For this reason I truly detest the roadside maneuvers. I can't do these maneuvers sober let alone after I have had any alcohol. I told the officer 5 times that I did not want to participate in the roadside maneuvers. In fact I told him that I would blow and let him take me down to wherever I was taken and that would be that. Despite my insistence of this he forced me to do the maneuvers. I was then handcuffed and put into the police car. At this point I was aware that there was another party in the car with us. If you find yourself ever in this situation, make sure that you get as much information as you possibly can throughout the evening and commit it to memory, it will only help especially when you decide to make that next crucial step of hiring a lawyer. So I was trying to get as much information as I possibly could. However, as many times as I asked all of this information, nobody would give me the information I was seeking. I have always been a good girl, I have always followed the rules and been respectful to people. However, this is something you soon find out in situations like this, when you have been arrested for a DUI, they don't care whether you are nice or if you are a horrible menace. No matter who it is that you are, you will be treated like the scum of society. As you go through this process, this becomes more and more apparent. You have to build up your own self esteem and not let it define you. We made our way down to Arapahoe house, also known as detox. I chose to blow because I hate needles and after having done this once before it was known to me that blood raises the BAC when it is taken. I blew and was sent to be taken into the facility. I was still upset that nobody would give me the name of the other person that was in the car. The guy who was doing my intake asked me what was wrong and I told him this. The police officer then came over and told me in the haughtiest tone that he could muster that she is the DA that would be prosecuting my case. More about that later. Now at this point I was angry with myself, with the situation, with everything around me and I had become insolent and not the normal pleasant person that I am. As I was sitting there getting all of my stuff taken from me it was at this point about 2 in the morning. I then called my boss to let her know that I would not be in for work. I was in detox for about 8 hours. In this time my vitals were checked hourly and then the next morning we were told to wake up and I was at one point questioned about whether or not I spoke spanish. I do in fact speak spanish and they ushered me off to spanish speaking AA classes. At the point that I was released from detox I had to make the fateful call to my parents to have them come pick me up knowing that there would be hell to pay. I stood there waiting in the clothes that I had worn all day the day before to work in and reeking of alcohol and shame. It was one of the most shameful days of my life. They picked me up and the car ride was horribly silent. My 5 year old nephew who had no idea what was going on was trying to talk to me and all I could think about is what getting home would bring. I would liken the anger of my parents to a horrible thunder storm because it was a lot of screaming and lot of crying on my part. I had completely disappointed them in the worst way possible. After all of this was done I then had to find out where they had my car impounded and once again I had to have my parents take me to take care of this as well. The whole day just felt like a dream. We had tickets to see a baseball game that night and everyone was just in a horrible mood. Considering the circumstances there is really no other way to react. That is only the beginning though, and feelings evolve and change through the process.