When your mom tells you to go out drinking, what choice do you have?

Let’s start this off at brunch--my mom calls me and asks me what I am doing for the rest of the day. I tell her (sincerely) that I am planning to refrain from drinking, since I’ve been sick for about a week. She told me that drinking really won’t effect how sick I get, so I should go out. I can’t disobey my mother, right?

So I plan to have a crazy night, little do I know, I’m in for hell.

I go to the local Liquor store, buy my booze, and walk out, may I remind you I’m only 20, and proceed to a friend’s apartment and start the night off with some P&A. I’m starting to feel pretty good, and think, ‘what a great night!’ So a few hours pass, and we all decide it’s time to head out. We agree that a trip to subway would be a great idea, so we hop in the car, go to subway and eat the best tasting food on the face of the earth. Hop back in the car, and head back to Dakota (our dorm) and on the way, the two chicks with us, there were six of us in a Honda Civic, one laying across our laps in back, the girls wanted cigs, so we stop at the gas station, and get some.

This is where a great night turns into the night from hell. We pile back in, and as we exit the parking lot, we slide on ice and out into the intersection. The on coming car slams on their brakes and just misses us! We proceed to pull out, turn at the stop light, and as I turn my head, I see cop lights, F**K! We pull over, and they first ask the driver to step out, then one of the guys, then the two chicks. Me and another guy, who was 21, were still in the car, 20 minutes pass, and they haven’t came back. In my drunken optimism I start thinking I’d slide by, passing for 21+.

NOPE!

They ask me to step out, frisk me, and sit me in the back seat, ask me to volunteer to a breathalyzer, and I blow, I blow a measly .043, he starts writing me the ticket for my MIC, which goes for about $250 in ND. As he writes down my DOB, he turns and says "Happy Birthday!" In the end, Driver blew a .1 an the rest of us guys .6 and .4 and the girls, .11 and .9

I will forever remember the day when I turned 20 and got my first minor.