Blonde Moments

I've been laughingly blaming little moments of forgetfulness on being blonde for most of my life, claiming a "blonde moment". It's one of the perks of the dumb blonde label. However, I don't think I had ever truly experienced a full blown "blonde moment" until ealier this year (I use the term year loosly as my sense of when a year ends and begins is perhapes permantly skewed between the caladar version and the school version, but what do you expect I'm blonde *laughs*).

My first true blonde moment occured while one of my closest friends was in town visiting during one of her breaks. She goes to grad school in Boston so she was trying to visit as many people as possible while in California and as a result was bouncing from house to house. I was driving her to the house she was currently staying at very late one night when we noticed cones and cop cars up ahead a block or so before the street we needed. At first niether of us could make out what was going on and unsure if I could get through I slowed down. Just before I was going to turn off to go around (I was acctually in the turn lane) we realized it was a drunk driving check. Since I had not had a single drop of alcohol I continued on to the check point instead of turning, mentaly kicking myself for looking like an idiot driver in front of the cops who probably now thought I was intoxicated. So I pull over at the check point, the cop comes up asked where we're going. I told him I was driving my friend home. He asked if we'd come from a party. I truthfully told him no niether of us had been at a party. He asked twice if I'd had anything to drink that night. The smartass in me wanted to say yes I had a glass of milk with dinner and a bottle of costco water about an hour ago, but knowing what he really ment I nobly refrained and answered no. He then asked to see my drivers license. I opened my purse, reached in and the blonde moment struck. My mind went suddenly and completely blank, I had no clue where I was or what I was doing. I had never before (or since) been that utterly blank. Stupidly, still in the clutches of the blonde moment, I pulled out my cell phone and stared at it. A minute or so past (not sure exactly how long, 'member I was pretty out of it at this point) then the cop's voice asking me in a polite sarcastic way what I was doing broke though the blonde moment. Startled, I jerked my head slightly and dropped the phone back in my purse franticly wondering what i had been doing and trying to think of a plausible excuse I quickly mumbled something about I thought it was ringing then proceeded to finally pull out my wallet, complete with license to show the cop. Now positive he was going to think I was drunk or high I waited in a state of extreme embarassment while he did the whole stare at the license thing. To my bewilderment and relief he merely told me to drive safely and let me go. Maybe that cop has a blonde in his family and had witnessed this phenomenon before.