Happy Hour
Mar. 8th, 2007 09:04 amLast night my plan to go straight home and rest up was derailed slightly by an invitation to go to Happy Hour at the Brookside Bar with Jill and a bunch of people from my old job. It did though, as advertised, make me happy. I went home about 7:00 and spent the rest of the evening having a nice dinner and watching TV and then taking a long bubble bath. I was so tired yesterday, but I feel much refreshed today. Tomorrow I'm going to lunch with Jill. It was too loud at the bar to really talk much, so we were mostly shouting stupid stuff back and forth. Fun, but hard to really catch up that way.
Oh, and this is odd. Last night I went up to the bar to get a drink and the old dude behind the bar says he needs my ID. I'm laughing, like it's a joke, but he's serious. I had left my bag in the car so I tell him I'll run out to the car and get it and be right back and he says, "yeah, right" like he doesn't believe I have an ID. WTF? I'll be 38 in three weeks. It was totally weird. So anyway I go get it, show it and an ADDITIONAL ID because he's looking suspiciously at the one I give him, get my drink, come back to the table, and ask if he asked for anyone else's ID and apparently he only asked one other girl and she was in her early 20s. When I get all prettied up, I could MAYBE pass for 30, but definitely not 20, so I have no idea what he was thinking. You'd think I'd be flattered, but I'm mostly annoyed that I had to walk all the way back to my car.
Oh, and this is odd. Last night I went up to the bar to get a drink and the old dude behind the bar says he needs my ID. I'm laughing, like it's a joke, but he's serious. I had left my bag in the car so I tell him I'll run out to the car and get it and be right back and he says, "yeah, right" like he doesn't believe I have an ID. WTF? I'll be 38 in three weeks. It was totally weird. So anyway I go get it, show it and an ADDITIONAL ID because he's looking suspiciously at the one I give him, get my drink, come back to the table, and ask if he asked for anyone else's ID and apparently he only asked one other girl and she was in her early 20s. When I get all prettied up, I could MAYBE pass for 30, but definitely not 20, so I have no idea what he was thinking. You'd think I'd be flattered, but I'm mostly annoyed that I had to walk all the way back to my car.