Requiem for Deadwood

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Out Tonight?

So you'll love my story from this evening: I got an Evite from my friend that I worked on Full Monty with like, last year and haven't seen in a really long time. The bar she was celebrating at is in Park Slope, it's really close. So I get dressed and go, only to find no one was at this bar that was even remotely around my age. Ok, so fine. So I think, well, maybe I'm too early. So I move on to another bar I've been to before and sit down at the bar and order. The bartender asks me for me ID, which I give him. He looks at it for a really long time, longer than I think any other bartender in NYC has looked at anyone's ID. Then he says he's not accepting it. I look at him and am like, "Sorry?" He says, "I'm not accepting your ID. It doesn't look real to me." So I get up and leave. Of course, a whole host of witty retorts fill my head upon leaving.

Response #1: Well dude, I can see how a few less pounds and longer hair makes it long like a different person. But relaly, that is me.

Response #2: I hope you do your job this well when an 18 year old comes in and wants to buy a drink. And how old am I? 25.

Response #3: Maybe you should have your eyes checked seeing as you wouldn't know a real ID from a fake one. I didn't have this one until I was 22.

Honestly. No one has ever rejected my ID before...how ridiculous. And sometimes they'll ask for a second ID or something. Not this guy. What a tool.