Thursday, December 21, 2006

32 Below

So I made it to the third bar last night before I figured out that I had left my wallet, including my ID, on my kitchen table. The blonde server who was at least a decade younger than me kindly asked me to leave. At least I felt young again for a fleeting second. Because our babysitter is a high school student who had class this morning, I gave it up at that moment and we just called it a night. It was 9:03 p.m. But I had enjoyed a few rounds of yummy cocktails, a great dinner and a once-in-a-lifetime chocolate custard pie already, so I was ok with it.

And now I can tell everyone that I got kicked out of a bar and they'll assume I'm some kind of bad ass. It's always good to be vague.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy belated birthday! And best wishes for the new year. It's always fun to selectively edit the details in a story so you end up sounding like a bad-ass. I totally support that. ;)

Elise

dawn said...

that sounds like a perfectly delightful birthday. esp. the custard pie part :) well, that and the getting kicked out of the bar. fun times.

sorry for the belated wishes. your present it slowly making its way along with the christmas gifts too. :)