I Get Carded Now?

If it's Tuesday it's "date night" here at the Thorsen household, and just when our sitter emailed around 4pm to ask if it was ok for her to come out a little early, I heard T downstairs yelling at W for throwing and breaking something and I emailed right back that yes, she should come as soon as she could. It was one of those afternoons.

After a long hard day of child-rearing, I was in the mood for a cold beer and plate of nachos. After W was settled in with Stacey and eating dates and watching "The Aristocats" we hightailed it into the garage and didn't even pause to consider where we would go until we were safely at the end of our street. Escape! We could have gone to Cocina del Sol here in Crozet, but decided that would have us home before W was in bed, and we really enjoy getting a night off from the bedtime routine, so we headed into Cville for St. Maarten's.

Instinctively, I picked a booth where I could see everyone coming in the door. Not that I know anyone in there anymore, but it's just an old habit. But when I ordered a beer, I was carded! I had my license with me, so no harm done, but I wasn't expecting that. I was wearing jeans and an extremely old baja hoodie that I had picked up at beach week when I was 18 years old, so I guess it was a youthful outfit. The hoodie was long enough to not reveal that I was wearing maternity jeans underneath (and in bulky winter clothes it's still easy enough to assume I'm just overweight instead of pregnant). And my hair was in a ponytail and I wasn't wearing much makeup. That was the case the last time I got carded-- when I was at a pizza place in Staunton with W last summer. Still, it seems a stretch to think anyone would mistake me for under 21. Then again, I've seen some girls with so much sun damage that you'd think they were in their mid-30s but they're really in their early 20s, so it's possible they thought I was a really sun-damaged youngster. Although my pallor would suggest I'm hardly a sun goddess, it is winter, so whatever.

It didn't occur to me until after I got home this evening that it was downright ironic that I got carded at St. Maarten's now, since I spent so many happy nights tippling in the early 1990s and never got carded then! Back then, we could find street parking nearby, too (although one year I lived just down the block-- good times). Things have changed a lot in 20 years.