January 13, 2004

When I stepped out of the cab in front of the bar on Friday night, Jen, Mo and the Monkey were outside talking to the bouncer.

I said hello and the bouncer asked to see my ID. "You don't need to see her I.D.!" the Monkey proclaimed loudly, pointing at me, "this woman is thirty-one years old!" It was at that moment that I realized just how many drinks ahead of me they all were.

The bouncer looked embarrassed as he handed back my I.D. "He's just kidding" he said, jabbing a thumb towards the Monkey.

"No, I really am thirty-one" I told him, smiling and slightly confused because he had just looked at my I.D.

Then Mo threw her arm around me. "JenWade, I have a present for you inside the bar!"

"Wait, you guys know her???" exclaimed the bouncer.

He thought they'd been just harassing a random customer. But even drunk, my friends aren't that obnoxious.

I never did catch up to them that night. Or to the friends I met up with later that night. It seems that even in my social life, I am perenially behind.