The car began to erratically move from lane to lane as soon as it entered the Lodge Freeway at Woodward and Jefferson. First it lurched into the left lane and then made a sharp maneuver to the right lane. It sped up and then slowed down.
I thought there was a drunk driver in the car and I feared passing it. I knew as soon as I made my move it would move right into my car and an evening of Tigers baseball, trip to the strip club and The Detroiter would be ruined. So I waited until the car seemed to settle down.
The white car with no license plate got into the right lane and I made my move. As I passed I looked over and guess what? A woman had her face down in a man’s lap and was giving him a hummer. No wonder he was driving all over the place.
Saturday night was a strange night downtown. I witnessed two sisters leaving a club and threatening a fist fight near Niki’s Pizza.
“You think you are perfect don’t you,” one sister screamed.
“You GD right I am you bleeping bitch.”
“OK. It’s time to throw down. I am gonna kick your ass right here.”
“Bring it bitch.”
This was great theater and I will admit to lingering to see if something was going to happen. One of the sisters walked away and I told her not to harm her sibling. When you wake up in the morning and sober up you will love her. This woman looked at me like I was crazy saying: “I won’t love her. She is a pill popping bitch. Bleep her.”
I laughed and moved on.
Earlier fellow radio pal Jeff Riger was enjoying his bachelor party at Bazookies. I popped in to see him but he was in no condition. He was lit up so bad he didn’t even get to enjoy his moment on stage with the strippers. I stayed 15 minutes until they carted him to the car as he hugged everybody in sight.
The only sane part about the evening was a