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Casey and Michelle's Wedding

Yikes! It’s been a few weeks since my trip up to Rochester, NY. Another year, and another wedding. I think this will be the last one for awhile. I won’t know what to do with myself next Sept/Oct. Any how I’ve posted all the photos in the gallery. It was a very nice wedding, held outdoors at the Burgundy Basin Inn. The reception was also right there, where they had an excellent dinner buffet setup.

Something else I discovered, in a most unpleasant way…My driver’s license is revoked in the state of NY. So we were heading home from my brother’s bachelor party, It was just myself and my step dad, Jim. I was driving as Jim had a few more drinks than me. I was less than a mile from my parent’s house when I noticed a cop sitting on the opposite side of the road. This is an area that I’m very familiar with, and I know the police there are dicks. Well, I was guilty of tapping my brakes, which to them makes me a suspect of anything. Of course he pulls out, follows me few a few seconds and puts his lights on. So I decided to pull into a shopping plaza that was only about 100 yards up the road, instead of stopping in the middle of the road, there was no shoulder at the spot where he signaled me, and it was only a two lane road. When the cop gets out, I decide to do everything the way they say you should to not piss off the office, I shut the car off, put my hands on the steering wheel and tried to be very polite and respectful. He walks up and lays into me about not stopping the instant he put his signal on. I tried to explain in a calm, cool manner that I didn’t think there was any harm in pulling into the plaza to get out of the way of traffic (not that there was any at 2am). It didn’t matter to him. So he asks for license and registration. I asked him for permission to reach for my wallet, to get my license, while Jim was shuffling through the glove box for the registration. He takes the information back to his car, while we sat for about 3 minutes before at least two more police cars came up on us with there lights shining. You’d think that we were some escaped convicts or something with that many police. I guess the doughnut shop was closed. When the officer returned, he asked me if I knew that my license was suspended. I told him no. He explained to me that it was suspended in 1993 for lack of insurance. Well, I moved to Florida in 1993. Nobody ever told me that when you move to another state and get registered in that state, that you have to return the license plates back to the state of NY, or else they expect you to have NY State auto insurance. Anyhow, the officer told us that I could not drive, I thought it might help our situation if I explained that I was the designated driver and we were less than 2 minutes from our house. That didn’t matter to him, he said unless someone comes to get us, we’re going to have to have him take us home. Well, since it was about 2am, and my mom’s car was in the shop, and the officer wouldn’t let us walk home, we had no choice but to have him take us home. It was a bad experience, I didn’t enjoy that one bit. Oh, and tot top it off, the officer said that in order for me to resolve this issue, I would need to pay a fine of $4/day from the time my insurance lapsed. Well that’s about $19000. No thanks, I’ll just hire a limo each time I go to NY state.

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