I had had a bottle of Ryan's mead, which was pretty good, and reasonably strong, though I'd been nursing it for a while. By the time it came to leave, I didn't feel particularly non compus - though I did feel quite tired, which is why I was leaving right then.
The point here is that I drove off with what was likely a measurable amount of alcohol in my system. Probably not "over the limit," but measurable.
And I forgot to turn my lights on. Something like the third time this has happened in the last two months. If I'm in a brightly-enough lit area, I sometimes forget. The thing is, this time there was a cop behind me, and he stopped me.
And as he pored over my paperwork, and asked me questions, I could tell I was slurring the answers.
Then he came back to the car, threw my stuff inside, and told me I'd lucked out - he had another call. Must have been a doozy, too - I was passed by several squad cars on 101.
This close to, at the very least, a Wet Reckless.
I should be feeling lucky. Incredibly lucky. But mostly, "scared" and "shaken" will have to do.
If you need me, I'll be hiding in my room.