Really?

Because who doesn’t like reading about my humilating life? This is basically a part two to the previous blog.

Now, I hope that this doesn’t shock anyone, but occasionally I like to have a drink. “Heidi, you have thoroughly disappointed me in that I placed personal security in the fact that you are perfect and have no faults as I perceive them to be.” To which I reply, “I’ll drink to that!”

So, last night I went out to Common Grounds, a local coffee bar with great food. I ordered a drink and the bartender/waiter person looked me up and down once and said, “yeeeeeeah. I’m going to need to see an ID sweetie, you look like you’re 14.” and to that end comes the title of this post.

My friends jumped to my defense… sort-of, “it’s her braces,” she helpfully said. My new ID, of course, didn’t help much. “Noooo,” he stretched it out, “I think it’s your face, right here” and he showed me on his face where he thought I looked so young. My friend noodled along with him in agreement.

All I can say here is that I’m going to love this in a year and a half when I’m 30.