July 28, 2003

The Rules Of Carding

A 35 year-old man goes to the package store.

With glasses and purchasing Laphroaig scotch: No ID asked for.
With glasses and purchasing Grey Goose Vodka or Bombay Sapphire Gin: No ID asked for.
With contact lenses and buying 12 oz. fruit-flavored alcoholic beverages: ID asked for, customer scrutinized, purchase completed, but with suspicion.

I don't know if it made me look younger, or he simply thought I ought to have my head examined for buying the stuff. True, most of that ilk are pretty vile concoctions, descended from the abomination that is Zima. And, for the most part, the sole purpose of those things, I gather, is to get you and/or your girlfriend drunk as quickly as possible. So they are made frighteningly easy to drink.

However, Glacier Bay, which is supposedly made with vodka is emminently drinkable and refreshing. And Smirnov (which makes a mediocre vodka) makes an addictive green apple malt beverage. Literally, it's addictive, because it has alcohol in it, but I mean it's also tasty. In the fall and winter I think the whole genre is vile and I gravitate toward single malt, port and other actual grown-up drinks. But in the summer for some reason they become palatable.

And apparently they make you look young. Or perhaps just suspicious.

Posted by James at July 28, 2003 10:20 PM
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I already told you about the time last year I got kicked out of a restaurant because I didn't have my ID with me, even though I was with my parents and only drinking coffee.

About 9 years ago (when I was already well over the minimum) the little ticket-taker at WDW Pleasure Island had me SIGN MY NAME to compare with the sig on my drivers license because I guess he didn't think the picture was a good likeness. He wasn't thrilled with my signature either but I guess he didn't want to risk my wrath. I am sure all Disney employees are well versed in the science of handwriting analysis. Mind you, my date's brother was 19 and wasn't asked for his ID.

Every once in a while at a restaurant the waitress will take my parents' drink orders and then ask me if I want soda or iced tea.

They told me 15 years ago that someday I'd be grateful to look young for my age. I'd settle for looking 21, though!

Posted by: julie at July 29, 2003 12:47 PM

Well, my daughters also asked Maggie the other day: "Is Julie a grown up?"

Hey - that's a GOOD thing.

Posted by: JP at July 29, 2003 12:51 PM

Bob, my loving 36-year-old husband, now has grey hair around his temples and he is _still_ carded on occasion. Boyish good looks, I say. That's what attracted me 14 years ago!

Posted by: Patti M. at July 29, 2003 12:53 PM

I never get carded when I buy alcohol, but then I buy it very infrequently. Also, of course, I look much older than I am, this being a mix of gray hair, bad teeth, and skin that looks leprotic. Woo-hoo! Lucky me.

Posted by: Chuck S. at July 29, 2003 11:58 PM

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