Throw the ol' girl a bone

Last night I tagged along to happy hour to mark our friend, Pudding's birthday. It was a big day for Pudding. He's turning 30 and he finished all three seasons of LOST on DVD in record time. He's nearly caught up to the rest of the viewing world.

We met at a nearby pub where we were greeted by a cute lady bartender, who took our drink order somewhat laconically. She then said to my friend, "Can I see some ID? You just look so..." she trailed off.

My friend is about the same age as I am. She looked somewhat taken aback, but whatever. She handed over my ID. The bartender never asked for mine. She then turned back and said "What did you want again?"

Thus began a night of ferocious ribbing related to my hideous old age.

Friend: You have skin like a baby.
Me: Yes - a mummy's baby. Or a really old baby who collects Social Security.
Friend: You're spry for a woman your age.

And while that was fun, I was ultimately left without being offended. Our bartender was incredibly spacey - forgetting easy drink orders like "a Sam Adams." I reckon that is probably the most common drink ordered in the state of Massachusetts.

Still. I'll drink an extra glass of water today and throw on a little more sunscreen. No need to take these things too seriously.

Labels: 2008, Boston, weird stuff