"Can I see your I.D.?"

Here's why I didn't spill the beans on any details on my little outing on Friday night: there were none worth mentioning.

I went with my twin coworkers to a wine "martini" bar on Franklin Street in Chapel Hill, where apparently they're well known enough to not have to pay a cover charge, as well as anyone following them in.

I did get carded though, which while an inconveinence for someone carrying a purse that's built like a safe, is sort of a compliment. I was going to ask th bouncer if he thought people wearing wedding bands in Chapel Hill should automatically be considered over-21, but I kept my mouth shut.

I didn't have to pay for my own drinks because the boys simply walked behind the counter and got them themselves.

I only stayed for about an hour, long enough to make commentary on the "heiffers" (a.k.a. girls whose bodies don't work with the three inches of fabrc they're wearing), and to determine what the single twin finds desirable in a woman ("She should look like that," he said. "So, you want someone disposable?" I responded.")

I had my flip-flopped foot stepped on three times by people in heavy shoes.

I noticed I was wearing more clothing than any other "woman" in there.

At the particular parking garage I left my car in, they normally abandon ship at around 11 or midnight, so anyone left parking there should be able to drive out with no charge. When I drove in and the gate was down, I didn't take the ticket that popped out of the machine. I merely flicked it. (shut up).

An hour or so later when I was ready to leave and had no ticket, I had to screw up my courage and do something I never do: be nice and suggest that someone do something against the rules." Otherwise I'd end up paying for a whole day's worth of parking, which I would have done if push came to shove, but I only had $5 in cash on me.

To booth clerk while searching in dashboard: "Oh! I don't have a ticket but I came in an hour ago..."

It wasn't a lie.

The clerk shuffled some papers around and moments later quoted "$1.35."

Whew!

I went home and went to bed. I was under the covers by 12:30. I am so lame.

Posted by Tiffany at April 24, 2005 10:16 AM