When I was young, I never needed anyone…
On Wednesday my buddies and I went to a place here in PHX [The Crescent Ballroom] and as usual we were all carded at the door. One was asked to spell his last name and my other friend was asked how many vowels were in her name. I walk up thinking OH SHIT THIS GUY IS GOING TO MOST DEFF. ASK ME SOME QUESTION ABOUT MY ID THAT I WON’T BE ABLE TO ANSWER AND THERE IS NO WAY I LOOK 21 SO HE’S GOING TO TELL ME TO FUCK MYSELF AND GO HOME.
But he didn’t. He looked at my ID, then back at me, then he handed my ID back.
I was pissed.
FUCK THAT GUY! I DON’T CARE IF I AM 24, I BARELY LOOK 21! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! I’M FIVE FOOT NOTHING, HAVE BANGS, WEAR BABYDOLL DRESSES/TIGHTS/FLATS, AND ORDER JUICE DRINKS LIKE WILD BLUE AND LINDEMANS LAMBIC, GODDAMNIT!
I guess what I’m really trying to say is, you guys! I’M TWENTY FOUR AND I DON’T GET CARDED ANYMORE!
/dead.