Summer 2008 Day Twenty Five: Dude, where's my wallet?

One might wonder about the title. Well, it's pretty appropriate. I'd pretty much resigned myself to cleaning my room for the evening when, at about 9:45, I get a text from one, Adam (friend from college) who is alone in the city and could use a drink. I say, okay...let's go to DJ's...see you there, etc. Now, it's a Sunday night. I'm expecting Liam to be there and I'm expecting to do a little drinking (though, not much since you know, work tomorrow AM and stuff...plus Adam tends to spend more time making fun of my drinking than actually drinking with me so...why spoil it?)

Well...fate had it in for me...get to DJs and there's a different bartender...I don't know this guy...he's young...he...well...he wants to see ID. Okay. Adam, Mr a lot younger than me, get out your ID...oh...Mr. Bartender, you're carding me? I don't GET carded! EVer! Never ever! *Look for ID* Oh. Wallet is home. of course the wallet is home. Who knew I was gonna get fucking carded. This is almost, but not really, as good as that time they carded Dylan for cigarettes at Duane Reade. Okay, not nearly as good as then, but similar in that I NEVER get carded. Especially sitting next to Adam, I mean come ON.

Needless to say...I spent the rest of the evening drinking a LOT of diet coke. With limes. When the tab was rung up he tried to charge me for a Miller...I was like HELLO? No ID! If you're gonna charge me for a fucking Miller, you'd better be GETTING me a freaking Miller. Ugh. I mean, Adam and I had fun...but...seriously? Ugh.