Monthly Archives: June 2015
Since sharing the happy news of my engagement to Cristina, occasionally we get asked when our wedding will be. Our answer is always that we are unsure because we are waiting on SCOTUS (Supreme Court of the United States). Our hope is that SCOTUS will make marriage equality the law of the land. Assuming that is the case, we will be married in Louisiana so that our family and friends may attend. Plan B is that we would be married in Florida and that our family and some close friends might join us. So we anxiously wait. And although chances are this will be announced on the last Monday of the SCOTUS term, you never know. Until then I stay glued. Everyday reading my twitter timeline and Yahoo news for the big headline.
In doing so I came across an article by Michael Abernethy on PopMatters.com about the upcoming SCOTUS decision where he quotes an episode of Glee. I thought the quote was humorous and couldn’t be MORE truthful so I wanted to share it. A character named Brittany tells her girlfriend’s homophobic grandmother, “You know The New York Times said half the increase in support of gay marriage is due to generational turn-over. That’s what smart people call crazy uptight bitches dying. You guys lost, okay? And honestly the rest of us are just going about our business being normal and waiting for you to not be around, not because you can stop us from getting married, but just because you’re kinda annoying.”
So whether marriage equality comes down in a couple weeks or if it delayed a bit longer eventually it WILL come to the other 13 states. And it will be a very sad day for you crazy uptight bitches.
As I am more than sure most people reading this know what the Second Amendment states, for those of you who may not I’ll quickly recap. The Second Amendment of the United States Constitution gives us the ability to keep and bear arms. Guns people. That’s the topic today because a few weeks ago I decided that I will be exercising my right to own and carry a gun.
I must admit that the thought has been in the back of my mind for a few years. I think about it here and there especially with all the stuff I have been reading in the news (thanks, Twitter). Nothing sealed the deal for me though then my experience a few weeks ago.
Cristina and I were on the way to pick up our daughter from the airport as she was visiting her Uncle Richard in Texas. After being in the car about 7 minutes I realized we needed to get gas before getting on I-10. Since having an experience with purchasing bad gasoline in the past I really only like to stick to gas stations I know and trust. But because we were running a little late and didn’t really have the time to turn around to go to our usual spots, we opted to stop at the nearest station. My mindset was that I would only get a few gallons worth ($10) to get us there and on the way back I would fill up at our trusted vendors.
Well I made the purchase and hopped back in the car. Exactly 2 miles later the car started behaving strangely. It was acting as if the car didn’t have gas although the gauge reported it did and we KNEW it was not empty. I made the decision to turn around and attempt making it back the two miles we traveled from the gas station but the car gave up. It wasn’t moving any more.
Well now I’m in a pickle because 1. there is no way I’m making it to the airport in time and 2. the area where the car decided to quit is NOT a good area. Unfortunately in New Orleans there are many good/safe areas in the city that are neighbored by bad/unsafe areas. And many times to get to a destination or good area you must travel through the bad. Well we were in the bad and I knew we were unsafe. Lets also add that it was night time and a nearby street light was out- it was dark.
After making the call to my future in-laws and asking them to run to the airport I made the call to a tow truck company. I opted for one that was physically close to us hoping that the wait time would be minimal. I was glad to hear it would only be 30 minutes. Well that quote wasn’t very accurate. I called 30 minutes later and was told it would be 20 minutes. I thought to myself “Okay. So far so good. I can do 20.” 20 minutes later I called again and was told 35 minutes. 35 minutes later I called again and I’m told 30 more minutes. In my frustration I hung up and looked up from my phone. I was startled as I saw man dressed in all black with his hip leaning on our car two feet from my seat. He was wearing a hoodie over his head and I couldn’t see his face. He just sat there peering into the car for some time. In my mind I started running the worst case scenario. How do I make sure Cristina’s safe? How do I keep his focus on me while she runs? How do I escape? Instantly I thought “I wish I had a gun.” That man leaned on the car staring at us for what seemed like forever. Finally he started walking slowly past me and around the car. I was following his movement in my rear view mirror and then he disappeared. I asked Cristina if she saw where he went and she hadn’t.
Well I called the tow truck company yet again and was told it would be another 40 minutes. I was so angry but knew I had to keep my cool because unfortunately we were at their mercy. I dialed another company who told me they were in the area and could snatch us up rather quickly. The second tow truck company arrived and actually stated he would wait with us while the first tow truck company came. His reasoning was he didn’t want to jump the other guy’s job and would never want his wife or daughter to be sitting in this area alone at night so he would wait with us. As angry as I was with the first tow truck company I said, “Don’t worry about them. You got the job!”
Needless to say the first tow truck company was very angry I cancelled. Supposedly they were ten minutes away. Sorry buddy. I don’t care. You basically said that over two hours ago. Our second tow truck driver named Super Dave had us home 20 minutes later. We were safe and I was thankful. Once home we had to jump in our other car and pick up Raimee from her grandparent’s house.
I couldn’t shake the adrenaline rush I experienced when that man was leaning on the side of our car. I felt helpless at the time and didn’t know what I would do if we were attacked. Since this happened I have been increasingly aware of murders in this area. There has also been shootings, assaults, and murders around popular locations we frequent. That night as soon as the car stopped and we were in the dark I thought to myself I wish I had a gun. And when I saw that man staring at us I thought it again. I have decided for the protection of my family I will be a gun owner and a responsible one. I have picked out several classes I will attend with a private instructor and even take the Concealed Carry class. I plan on putting in many hours and months at the shooting range to be proficient in being a gun owner. Since I am deciding to do it, I will do it right. No that does not mean I will be sporting a gun daily but if I feel the need to or have one with me in my car I can do so legally. Do I think I could have shot that guy if we were being attacked? Absolutely. For my family’s safety I wouldn’t think twice.
Now to deal with getting bad gasoline a second time in my life….