Enjoying our drinks at the Sapphire Hotel.
We had a reservation at Il Piatto for dinner at 6:00, just like last year. What happened on the way over there was something I shall never forget.
Our car was driving merrily along at 27th & Broadway (I think, Sis correct me if I'm wrong). All of a sudden, some guy rear-ends us really hard. Like snap your head forward with a large bang hard. So we're like... wtf. We look around and the car has stopped and looks like they're kinda shocked too. So we pull over to the side of the road, assuming they would do the same. So this car kinda slowly trails us, acting like they were going to comply. As soon as we turn down a less busy street to stop, the car swerves wildly into the left lane and steps on the gas. Roars past us.
My sister was yelling "Fuck you! Fuck YOU!" and banging on the window to no avail. So I jump out of the moving car (like 3mph) and start running down the busy sidewalk trying to catch the car (haha yeah right). Mind you I'm in fancy clunky business shoes or whatever that weren't very comfortable but that didn't matter. I ran about six blocks before giving up. I saw the car at a stoplight about three blocks ahead, was hoping it would stay red, but no, it turned green and hope faded. So I stopped running. And I wasn't tired... I tells you this adrenaline thing is nice.
Anyways, the car was a newer dark grey sedan. Looked like a fancy car. Wish Kenny was with us because he could probably tell us the exact make and model. My sister did get a license plate on it, but she was unsure with the last letter. So here are the probable suspect license plates:
Remember, large dark grey sedan.
So, if you knew who this is, kick their ass for us.
Maybe they'll search the internet for their license plate to see if we or the police picked it up. So here it goes:
Oregon License Plate 773 BVL or Oregon License Plate 773 BVI
Incase you're wondering driver, yes we told the police. Me thinks hit and run is a felony. We called the police once we reached the restaurant. They said an officer would be over, but we were there two hours and none ever came. Serving and proetecting the people huh? They were probably busy with something more important. They got all the important stuff over the phone... plate number, car description, time/place, etc. So anyways we'll see how that works out.
Funny thing is, we couldn't see any damage on our back bumper. And this was a very violent hit... we kinda swerved from the impact and everything... but nothing... visible at least. My dad kept telling us there could be damage we can't see and stuff, so I guess that is true. Maybe that's why the police didn't come. If I broke my back or something I'd hope they would have been there.
Anyways, that really startled me. I mean it's friggin Christmas Eve and that shit happens. What happened to peace and joy? We came to the conclusion they were drunk by the way they drove/reacted, so hopefully they didn't kill anyone that night. We were minding our own business though and that happens. So I kinda got into that "life is fragile" mood and that's no good. Oh well, the evening went on.
Dinner was good. I had some sausage pasta dish with a Caesar salad. It was good. The bill with tip was in the $130 range, just like last year. We finally got out of there around 8:20pm, so we were there for over two hours. Pretty intense.
Mom and Dad enjoying their dessert.
Do we have to go to church?
So next we went to church at 9:00. It was the First Presbyterian Church just like last year (and the previous what? Eight years?)
The church.
The service was much longer than last year's. Ninety minutes total. I was not in the mood and really didn't enjoy myself. My sister was going absolutely crazy as well. Anywho, finally it was over and we went home and went to bed. Another Christmas Eve was in the books. Tomorrow I will post about what happened today.
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