Young'uns

*woot*

After a fun dinner with some of my brother's friends, we decided to go out for a few drinks. I realized that I had forgotten my ID at home.

I was denied entrance into not one ... but ... yes, TWO bars.

I may be fucking 36 years old, but -apparently- I still look UNDER 21!

yay.

So, we went home to drink.

I am very drunk.
Yet, am sleeping alone. sigh.
Where are all the fun gay people?


*smooch*

Comments

  1. Anonymous9:17 AM

    I, too, am always asked for ID. Always. Also, when my company had a guest student week earlier this year, I was at a local highschool to arrange it, and some dude (teacher, principal?) asked me if I had a hall pass for being out of class!

    Happy, Merry, Boozy, Melrose Christmas to you.

    XO

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  2. Brad7:44 PM

    The only time I get asked for ID is when I'm wearing a ball cap.

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  3. dykewife11:52 PM

    i always knew you were just a spring chicken. :) i haven't been carded since i began greying. funny that.

    and all the gay guys aren't at your brother's place, that's certain.

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