The 27 Dinner

I love the 27 Dinners. The most spoken words of the evening must be "I need to talk to you," or "We should really talk."

I am not going to post in detail about things as I am sure many other bloggers are planning it, when that happens I will point my readers to their posts and everyone will be happy.

Update: There are other bloggers who have said it better than I could've: Carly, Tyler, Matt, Groogle, Vincent, Chillibean and just for sympathy read Mike's post 27 post.

My speech apparently went well, people cheered, some laughed with me, others cried but all in all a good response!

The Police

I ended up leaving the dinner at about 1 am last night. That was fine, but then as I turn left on to the highway to get to rivonia, BAM, the cops. Now I honestly did not think that I was over the limit in any way shape or form. Alas, apparently I was. Here is my list of things to do when being stopped by the cops:

• Be Sober (no shit)
• Don't be drunk (no shit)
• Don't talk too much, they'll know you're covering it up
• Don't talk too little, they'll know you're covering it up
• Have your license ready.
• After breathaliser test, ask to see the reading yourself (I did not)
  
• Make sure your ID disk on the car is dated correctly
• MAKE SURE YOU HAVE AT LEAST R40 IN YOUR POCKET

Now, that last point might be incredibly strange to overseas people, but last night it save my butt. After a serious amount of persuasion attempts and offers to get the cop AWAY from a "spot fine" I gave up, there was no way he was taking me to jail, there was no way he was writing me a ticket and there was no way that he was letting me go without some compensation for his hard work.

Lets just say the rest worked itself out, he gave me some drinking advice, "You must eat while you drinking, its much safer like that," said the wonderful cop. Thanks Mr. Cop-man you're a gem.

Next 27 Dinner, lets leave before 1am and miss the cops. It'll save me a lot of trauma.

Labels: 27 Dinner, Police, traffic fines