The blonde rides the bench and certainly looks like she's having more fun than the others who came before her.

She is in her late-20s and her head-turns and animated chatting are followed by her swinging ponytail.

Arriving in night court was the direct result of a night boozing in the city and then attempting to pilot her car back to New Jersey. The trip back was curtailed by an accident on Second Avenue.

She made no bones about who was to blame:

"The accident was my fault," she told the police. "I am a terrible driver."

Her attorney tries the ol' mother-in-the-hospital defense.

"Your honor, it has been an extremely stressful time for my client. She met friends downtown and had two glasses of wine."

The judge is beyond dubious. He explains that two glasses of wine could "not even come close" to producing the .12 she blew in the breathalyzer.

"OK, your honor, maybe it was three glasses," the defense offers.

He pushes on, delineating the various academic degrees this woman has procured and jobs she's held. Finally, her personal history is exhausted.

The judge agrees to ROR, but not without the stipulation that she surrender her license:

"You cannot drive. You CANNOT drive. Even if you are sober. Even if you are careful. You cannot drive."