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Halcyon · 06-25-2004, 11:50 AM

warning...long story:

So, I'm staying at my folks this weekend. Its part of my "Martyr Halcyon" routine. I'm giving up my room so my future in-laws can have a place to stay in town for a week.
A week. I'm starting to feel like Mother Teresa.

So, last night at midnight, I got a call from a friend. She got in an accident on the way back from LA and her car was totaled. She was cut off and ended up doing a series of 360?s on the freeway before ending up in an embankment. She was fine. Nobody was hurt. But she was stranded and had a performance in the morning.

Midnight? An hour+ drive? No problem! I happen to already be wearing my halo!

So I threw on some clothes and starting driving north. (I was *pretty* sober, but I should say that earlier in the night I smoked something that caused my eyes to be a little blood shot.)

So I pass Camp Pendleton. I pass through the border check. I approach San Juan Capistrano were she was.

When I called she said she watching movies at the police station. (!?!?) A Cop got on the phone and gave me directions into their back employee area.

Now, I'm wearing what could be described as "clownish" attire. My hair is pink. I have the residue of intoxication in my system. AND I AM DRIVING DIRECTLY INTO THE HIGHWAY PATROL HEADQUARTERS.

What I soon found out was that these guys were extremely cool. They had truly "protected and served" a shook up woman. They got her coffee. They negotiated with the tow truck driver for her (and even sent away the first truck). They waited with her for an hour. They got her coffee and hooked up a DVD player at the station so she could hang out while waiting for me. They even helped unload all her crazy stilts and costumes from the wrecked car!! (She was in LA for a performance)

Even though I knew there was nothing illicit in my car, I still had a moment of panic when the cops began to help pack my car and truck with her stuff. Luckily, she had charmed them with tales of her acrobatics and performing. So when they opened my trunk and saw two huge stuffed bunnies (Burning Man Bound) they simply said, "Are you two in the same line of work?" Rather than explain that I was a pornographer, I let her say, "um...Yes!"

We packed up her stuff and got her home. There was time for a few hours sleep before her performance in the morning. With no car, it makes the coming weeks tough. But the fact that she is still healthy enough to perform is a miracle.

And I earned another couple points on my road to Sainthood. ;)

06-25-2004, 11:50 AM
Halcyon Spread The Pink! Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: TrampStampStudios.com Posts: 8,609	So I'm in the Police Station last night... warning...long story: So, I'm staying at my folks this weekend. Its part of my "Martyr Halcyon" routine. I'm giving up my room so my future in-laws can have a place to stay in town for a week. A week. I'm starting to feel like Mother Teresa. So, last night at midnight, I got a call from a friend. She got in an accident on the way back from LA and her car was totaled. She was cut off and ended up doing a series of 360?s on the freeway before ending up in an embankment. She was fine. Nobody was hurt. But she was stranded and had a performance in the morning. Midnight? An hour+ drive? No problem! I happen to already be wearing my halo! So I threw on some clothes and starting driving north. (I was pretty sober, but I should say that earlier in the night I smoked something that caused my eyes to be a little blood shot.) So I pass Camp Pendleton. I pass through the border check. I approach San Juan Capistrano were she was. When I called she said she watching movies at the police station. (!?!?) A Cop got on the phone and gave me directions into their back employee area. Now, I'm wearing what could be described as "clownish" attire. My hair is pink. I have the residue of intoxication in my system. AND I AM DRIVING DIRECTLY INTO THE HIGHWAY PATROL HEADQUARTERS. What I soon found out was that these guys were extremely cool. They had truly "protected and served" a shook up woman. They got her coffee. They negotiated with the tow truck driver for her (and even sent away the first truck). They waited with her for an hour. They got her coffee and hooked up a DVD player at the station so she could hang out while waiting for me. They even helped unload all her crazy stilts and costumes from the wrecked car!! (She was in LA for a performance) Even though I knew there was nothing illicit in my car, I still had a moment of panic when the cops began to help pack my car and truck with her stuff. Luckily, she had charmed them with tales of her acrobatics and performing. So when they opened my trunk and saw two huge stuffed bunnies (Burning Man Bound) they simply said, "Are you two in the same line of work?" Rather than explain that I was a pornographer, I let her say, "um...Yes!" We packed up her stuff and got her home. There was time for a few hours sleep before her performance in the morning. With no car, it makes the coming weeks tough. But the fact that she is still healthy enough to perform is a miracle. And I earned another couple points on my road to Sainthood. ;) __________________ HAL on TEDx: