How I spent my Saturday night
I was heading west on Linden at about 11:40, stopped completely to turn left onto Cynthia (yes, my blinker was on) waiting for freaking ever because of the steady stream of traffic coming from downtown (Liberty Bowl and U of M basketball revelry), when some car just fucking plows into me from behind and pushes me into oncoming traffic. Thankfully, the giant SUVs heading straight for my face swerved to miss me and I moved my car back into my lane.
Turns out the woman who hit me — and her tuxedoed companions — were coming from a wedding. And had been drinking. She had no license. First thing she said to me was, "I'm fucked. I'm going to jail."
And after she watched her car get towed and came over to me and said, "Do you see this? Do you know how much this is going to cost?! This is an Acura!," I was hoping that she was right. A night in the clink would surely help her out on the humility front. They put her in the back of the police car but I have no idea if they actually took her to 201 Poplar or let her go. I got all the info I needed from her and the cop and got the eff out of there.
So, I'm fine (back's a little sore; I'm going to have it checked out later today). My car is not fine. I guess all that talk about being in the market for a new car wasn't bullshit after all. Yay?