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It was the night of my company's Christmas party. The moon was full. Christmas music was playing on the car radio. My wife and I were excited about a night out alone, away from the kids. We quickly navigated the 10 miles from our house to the hotel at which the party was being held.

Upon arriving at the party, we made our way to the bar, making full use of the 'free drink' coupons in the bag of goodies that each employee received upon their arrival. My wife ordered a glass of white wine. I had a gin and tonic. After some mingling, we were seated and dinner was served. We each drank a glass of Chardonnay with dinner. We also had a cup of coffee with our dessert.

After dinner and some presentations, a DJ opened up the dance floor. We danced for the next two hours. During this time, we each had about three additional glasses of wine. As the night drew to a close, I drank a glass of water to replenish some of the fluids I lost while dancing.

We said our goodbyes and headed for our car.

As we waited outside in the cold air for the valet to bring up our car, I felt sober. I knew my limits, and this certainly wasn't my limit.

We laughed and sang to music as we drove home. We were having a great time. I drove cautiously and carefully, as I always do after I've been drinking.

As we approached the exit to our house, I noticed a red light and high beams on me in my rear view mirror.

"Darn, I'm getting pulled over". My wife immediately turned around and looked at the cop and started getting nervous. She reached in her purse. "Here, have a mint'. "Don't be moving around and acting suspicious", I snapped. If I wasn't sober before, I felt completely sober now.

The cop approached the car, and I rolled down my window. "Your license and registration please".

"Why did you pull me over officer?" I ask. "Your license and registration please", he repeats sternly. I took out my wallet, while my wife fumbled for the registration. I handed both to the cop. He held up his flashlight and reviewed the documents.

He shined his flashlight into my eyes. "Have you had anything to drink tonight?" I told him we'd just come from my office Christmas party, but that I'd had only one drink. I figured he might have smelled the alcohol on us, so he'd know I was lying if I said 'nothing'.

He walked back to his car and radioed in some information about us. I thought about how I'd hoped to cap the night off by driving my wife home and taking advantage of her as soon as we walked in the door. Instead, my perfect night was turning into a perfect nightmare.

He walked back to our car, and before he could speak, I asked if he would please just let us drive the