Another year older, no less mature…..

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For my 21st birthday, Veronica took me to a favorite restaurant.  This was in the small upstate NY town where we went to college, and this particular restaurant was notorious for strictly enforcing the drinking age and not falling for fake IDs (like mine!).  It wasn’t the place to go if you were underage and wanted a drink.  Nonetheless, the food was really good and we went there once in a while.

Of course I was going to order a beer with my birthday dinner. What happens? The waitress didn’t ask for my ID!!  When she returned with my drink, Veronica pointed out to her that it was my 21st birthday and that I was disappointed that she didn’t ask for my ID.

Now that I’m 42, that was half a lifetime ago. Damn, I’m getting old!