Strippers don't let other strippers drive home drunk

Last night one of our girls was a little too wasty pants to drive. I some how got wind of it. Well it was not a rumor really, she needed to use the bathroom after me and I could just tell. I told her she couldn't drive home. We argued about it for a little while. She said she didn't want to inconvenience me with driving up north. I told her a bigger inconvenience would be fitting a funeral into my schedule or visiting her in jail and that there was no fucking way I was about to let her drive.

There are few things I get really fucking riled out up about, drunk driving is one of them. My childhood best friend lost her brother to a drunk driver while he was on the way to the hospital to find out if she was having a boy or a girl, he never was able to meet her daughter. One of my best Seattle friends was killed by a drunk driver in Portland, mind you he was straight edge. It was the reason I took the train down there the first time. I think about it every single time, there is always a moment where I lean my head back and hold back a couple of tears every time I go. One of our doormen (who has moved to LA) lost his infant son to a drunk driver. He and his girlfriend had a flat tire, they got out of the car to check it out, stepped a few feet away to call tripe A, a drunk driver smashed into his car with his son in it.  My ex-boyfriend (long after we broke up) left the keys to his apartment in his apartment door. He also left the  gucci wallet I bought him as a christmas on the car seat, his car was stolen and totaled. I mean...that's his story anyway. I still think he was drunk and totaled it himself and didn't want to take responsibility for it because he is generally irresponsible. He basically opened up his home, which he shares with his brother, and his brother's girlfriend for robbery. His Brother and Girlfriend are friends of mine, I hate that he put them in jeopardy of anything due to is behavior Actually he used to drive home drunk all the time. There were nights we would get into screaming fights before he passed out an I would take his keys to make sure he was parked legally and that he hadn't hit anything.

Anyway I fucking hate drunk drivers I refuse to let people drive drunk if I can help it...I throw Gab in my town car, and I get in her car, so I can follower her and my driver up to Northgate. We stop at the bank because she had told my driver she was going to pay for my trip up and back. She was so drunk she couldn't use the atm. (my palm meets my forehead at this moment) She gets in the car with to give directions to get her home. We are driving along. She starts crying saying how much it means to her that I did this, that she is totally going to pay me back.  She starts talking about her family and can't finish a sentence. She just keeps crying, we almost miss her street. I was so glad to pull into her drive way knowing she got home safe. She was in absolutely no shape to drive.

Honestly I would rathe lose an hour of sleep then know that I let someone get behind the wheel, and have a greater chance of killing themselves or someone else. It's never worth it. A $20-$50-$100 cab ride is so much cheaper than...a funeral, lawyer, hospital, insurance increase, new car, or most importantly the fucking guilt that goes with ruining your life and someone who was probably trying to get home.

On a lighter note...
I jump in my town car to head home. My driver is actually a really good friend of mine, like we hang out sometimes, when I have extra time which is not very often. Anyway we start heading back to the city. I thank him for driving because he was suppose to head down to Georgetown. We are gabbing as we go about Gab and he is telling me that the entire way she would not shut up. How she kept talking about how hot I was how I had such great boobs, how I dance super seductively, how I am basically the shit. She also said to M that I'm super hot and I don't know it. I don't know how to finish this story without sounding totally conceited...so I guess I will just tell it like it happened. By this time we are parked in front of my place. I say to M that she was drunk but that it was a really nice thing to say. He turns and looks at me and says "Red, it's totally true, you have no fucking idea what you look like, and thank god because you would be horrible otherwise" he went on to say that really beautiful women are a huge disappointment because they have horrible personalities and are typically not that nice. He said he appreciated that I don't use my powers for evil. Anyway it was a nice way to end my night.

This isn't the first time someone has said something like this to me. One of my best girlfriends has a saying "If one person tells you, you have a tell, you should tell them to fuck off. If 20 people tell you, that you have a tail, it's time to turn around and check". I'm not sure how to check that so I suppose I'll just continue to reply with thank you and keep being myself.