Mommy's Juice!: Could Someone Please Check My ID???   

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Could Someone Please Check My ID???

The hubby and I went for a few drinks after a great ski day last week, just before we had to pick the youngest up from ski school. We picked a cool new bar to hang out at, one we hadn't visited before, mainly because we don't exactly get out to "cool new bars" much these days. We had a great day on the slopes, kicking ass on fresh powder and feeling like we were youngsters again.  That is, feeling like youngsters right up until we visited the bar.

We grabbed a seat on the "oh so hip" deck and ordered cocktails. I felt great, right up until the moment the waitress moved to take the order from the table next to us and asked to see the patrons ID's when they ordered their cocktails. Not 30 seconds earlier I ordered a drink and this same waitress didn't so much as blink. No request to prove I was of age for such an order. Not even a second glance in my direction to confirm I was a dinosaur. 

Yes, this is childish. Yes, this is vain. But damn if I wouldn't like for someone besides a police officer pulling me over for speeding to just once ask me again for my ID. Even in bars that visibly display signs declaring, "WE CARD EVERYONE," I get no request to view that lovely DMV photo that we all style our hair for.

And so, I feel old! Is it wrong to miss the days I carried around an ID of someone five years older than me just to get into a nightclub or buy a bottle of vodka at the ABC Store. Funny how you work so hard at being older when you are young, and then wish for the days someone made you recite the address on that fake ID (which I can still quote without a fault to this day thank you very much!).

So my pretty license picture will continue to sit in the wallet until I decide to get a ticket for going 85 in a 60, fine. But I'll promise you this, next time I have to sit for two hours at the DMV for a new license photo, there will be no styling of this hair! You can have the unbrushed poney tail from now on folks!

6 comments:

  1. I know EXACTLY what you are talking about. For a long time I didn't have an ID, it was stolen and ended up expiring before I managed to order a new one. I spent what felt like forever having my husband do everything requiring an ID for me. When I eventually got it back I was so excited to have it that it nearly knocked me off my feet that NOBODY ASKED FOR IT. I felt so ancient! lol

    Anyway...HELLO, I am a new follower following you from the link up. I look forward to reading more of your blog. I would love it if you would stop by my blog as well. Thanks!

    Take care,
    -Jenna @ The fashion hungry mommy
    http://fashionhungrymommy.blogspot.com/

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  2. Hello...I am a new follower from over at The Stitchin Mommy. LOVE YOUR BLOG!
    xoxo
    Debbie

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  3. Yes, it was once insulting to be carded. Now it is insulting not to be carded. Hope you have a fantastic day!

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  4. kind of funny but i secretly like to be carded, i guess its a boost to my confidence.

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  5. I'm turning 30 this weekend and for once I would also like to be carded! I feel young, I think I look young... why don't others?? When did I get so old ;) Haha!

    Found you on the Meet Me Mondays blog hop! So glad to have popped by... *waves hello* from a new follower, Hazel x

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  6. Ugh, I feel you! I turn 32 this August, and in just this past year have I stopped being carded. :(

    I have to stop myself from sounding desperate in asking "Whhhyyyyy?? Whhhhyyy did you not card me!? Is it my eyes? The wrinkles on my forehead? Whhaaattt isssss itttt?? Tellll meee!"

    Haha! :)

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