A friend's wedding

I'm at school in North Carolina. It's near graduation and I can't remember if I had a required class that I stopped attending or not.

A friend is getting married extemporaneously. The ceremony will be on the border of North Carolina and Virginia on the coast - a four hour trip. My friend's father is giving several of us a ride in his pick-up truck. I complain that it's a bad idea that my friend is getting married - I say that he can get away with staying in a hotel a few nights and not paying for it, but he won't be able to get away with skipping out on all the bills related to a wedding.

I realize I'm very uncomfortable sitting in the bed of the truck and dread the four hour ride. I have my friends dad stop the truck as we are entering a highway on ramp. He meets me on the driver's side in the middle of the road - there's a cop with it's lights on coming and we're blocking the police car's way. I explain that I don't want to ride all the way in the bed of the truck and am going home and riding my bike up.

Walking back to my house to get my bike, I realize there's no way I can make it to the ceremony in time. I think about stopping by the liquor store.