I was pulled over by the sheriff on my way home from a gay bar.

Its not what you think.  I just phrase it like that for the shock value.  Here is what really happened:

Saturday evening I met up with Jenni and Lauren to go out to dinner to Uncle Julio’s Fine Mexican… I relied on my iphone to get us there, but unfortunately one of the locations was actually a sushi and Asian food restaurant, not Uncle Julio’s.  We then resorted to the second closest Uncle Julio’s [off of Lemon and Knight St.] we were surprised to find a unique sub-culture of people eating there.  The nice hostess at the front told us there would be a 10-15 min. wait for a table, we didn’t mind, so we sat quietly in the foyer/waiting area and watched the people around us.  Most seemed to have a typical Dallas quirk to them [nothing remarkably unique, just a tad unusual] but then I noticed one hispanic gentleman, heavy set, middle aged, wearing tights and a low cut tank top.  I was speechless.  Unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough to pull out my camera before he left, but if you could have seen what I saw.  Wow.

We were seated shortly after and to our surprise were seated between 2 “party tables” [tables pushed together to accommodate a large party].  The parties were unrelated in their origin, but they did share a common element: they were same-sex tables.  Normally, not ’cause for notice, but it is a bit unusual for a table of 10 guys not to have a single girl, just as it is unusual for a table of 12 girls not to have a single guy.  However, these signs were not enough to initially make me think that the venue I was in was heavily populated with homosexuals.  It wasn’t until Jenni gave a startling, “oh” at the sight of two gentlemen kissing.  Then I started to put 2 and 2 together.  The hispanic man with the tights, the kissing, the oddly dressed couples.

This is very different from Rockwall.

Lastly on my way home I turned the wrong way on 549, so I busted a tight U-turn [since the Jetta's turn radius is so good].  Rockwall Sheriff didn’t approve of the maneuver.  The red-and-blues lit up behind me and I pulled into the parking lot of the church across the street from me.  The officer came to my window and introduced himself [very polite], he then proceeded to ask if I was, “…fit to drive”.  Honestly, the word “fit” threw me off, I hesitated for a moment as he rephrased the question, “Are you okay to drive tonight, sir?”  I replied, “yes sir,”.  He shined his flashlight into my eyes some and then asked me to step out of the vehicle.  He asked me if I had been drinking [as well as a whole list of other things].  And after I said, “no, sir” he continued to ask me stating that my eyes were blood shot.

He let me go without a ticket.  I didn’t have to walk any line or blow into anything, not that it would have mattered [I don't drink].  But it did add a bit of excitement to the evening.

Andrew Nemeth

P.S.  I had just gotten the plates for my car the day before.  I’m glad I didn’t get pulled over before then.