Apr 01, 2003 12:40
I went to a beverage-mart at 7:45pm on the night of my birth. I walked around, selected my prey and went to the counter, beaming like a highschooler who just got laid for the first time. (note to self: get laid, too). Apperantly thats what i looked like to him. A highschooler.
I pulled out my ID (which i had planned on doing from now until I was about 28/30 - looking young will be benificial when im older, right?). It's a New York ID. Oh no. They don't accept out of state IDs. WTF? I only have 10 mins to buy alcohol on my Bday. You communist bastards. I try to show them the progression. Here is my old License from CT: Same B-day, same me, who lived in CT. Here is my College ID, note: Troy, NY. here is my new liscence, note: Troy, NY. I explained i was working in Meriden, at CUNO. COMPRENDE?
I guess not. The guy at the counter was buying it, but the manager who was sticking to me like white on rice the entire time i was in the store said, and i quote "I'd rather not sell to you" How much crap is that? A shit-tonne (<--- note the old style spelling. That makes me have 'character').
Eh, so i went about 60 mph to the store which i KNOW sells liquor to out of staties. i got a 6-pack and my 21-ness was fullfilled.
I didn't drink, however. I am stil on this 'no-drinking' thing. I have slated a precious few days for the drinking and they are coming up soon enough.
Thats the update, get your damned hands up. <--- reference to a punk song. further proving my coolness.