Hootie and the Blowfish, McGrouther and the Gelatinous Blindfish

And we’re back. After a long near-two weeks on the road, I’m back in Arlington, where I can finally get down to the important business of updating my blog, hanging out at Murky, reading books, and maybe even writing some things that people will pay me for. I was accompanied by a few friends for the drive from Nashville to here, which made the drive a lot more fun but also stretched it out quite a bit with things like a 45 minute breakfast at Hardee’s, a stop for me to pick up a magic performance table in Lebanon, TN, and night-time frisbee toss at a highway rest stop to try out a new light-up frisbee. The drive was capped off with me getting pulled over on I-66 in Fairfax and me getting out of the ticket for, I suspect, giving the officer such a ridiculous explanation for what why we were on a road trip.

Officer who has pulled me over for following another car too closely: So are you guys in a hurry to get somewhere?

Me: No sir, it’s just been a long day of driving. We’re coming home from a trip to Nashville.

Officer: Ah, what we’re you doing in Nashville?

Me, saying the first reason to come to mind: We went to a Hootie and the Blowfish concert.

Officer, laughing incredulously: You drove all the way to Nashville for a Hootie and the Blowfish concert?

As he laughed I ineffectually began to explain that there were other reasons, but by that time he was heading off to run my license and another car had pulled up. Soon another officer walked over and asked me to step out of the car. At this point I was expecting the worst, but his interrogation was pretty light. “So I hear you guys drove all the way to Nashville to see Hootie and the Blowfish?” He was laughing, so I agreed that this was a silly thing to do. He then asked if I had any explosives in the car (I didn’t) and sent a bomb-sniffing dog around it. The first officer came back, gave me a friendly warning instead of a ticket, and we were on our way.

I can’t know for sure, but my guess is that I owe my break to Hootie. Four guys traveling more than 10 hours for a Hootie concert, no girls in the car, and driving, of all things, a Pontiac Aztek, was probably enough strikes against us to make the officer decide that we had enough problems and that a ticket wasn’t necessary. So thank you, Darius Rucker. I’ll eat a Tendercrisp Bacon Cheddar Ranch burger in your honor.

McGrouther and the Gelatinous Blindfish is not the name of a band, but it certainly should be. No, the gelatinous blindfish is a new addition to the Australian Museum Fish Site and another specimen from the NORFANZ expedition. Mark McGrouther sent me the link to this one while I was on the road, noting that a Mr. Blobby fan like me would like this one’s floppy jelly-like body and tiny eyes. Check it out here.

Comments

  1. Jay says:

    That has to be one of the best pull-over stories I’ve heard in a while.

  2. Sarah says:

    Best pull-over story ever. Poor Hootie! I hope he doesn’t find this while Googling himself someday. I thought it was bad enough when they performed on that Trading Spaces show where they make over an entire town.

  3. Mike says:

    I’m trying that next time I get pulled over by one of the cops they have stationed every 50 feet in Louisiana.

  4. Mike says:

    I’m trying that the next time I get pulled over by one of the cops they have stationed every 50 feet in Louisiana. With your permission, of course.

  5. Mike says:

    Okay, so that got posted twice. I have no idea why. And here’s a third post to round it out.

  6. Jeff says:

    Mike, you, of course, remember our Hootie-in-the-rain experience.

    That’s definitely awesome. I once asked an Emporia, VA cop who pulled me over if he was on crack. I didn’t get a ticket. (He pulled me over for having a radar detector, and I don’t, nor do I have anything that looks remotely like a radar detector.)

  7. Adam Gintis says:

    SO not fair. I got pulled over on my way into Nashville once as well, but since I was going to pick up my girlfriend from the airport, I still got the ticket. OK, I was also speeding by 22 miles/hour, instead of just following a car too closely, but it’s still not fair. :P

  8. Ed says:

    A little more detail about the “light up frisbee” in the next story please. Was it a Flashflight light up disc?

  9. Jacob says:

    Ed, it was an OrbyDisc, available at this website. We used the disc, not the MotherShip. It’s great!

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