Vacation

On Saturday Rob and I decide to take a little vacation with the kids and travel to
Cincinnati for the Reds game at 7:15 that evening. We sit just behind third base with the jumbo tron to our left-good times. The ballpark is packed with happy, sweating Reds fans and lots of Cardinals fans as well. Around the 4th inning we are hot and thirsty so I take the kids to get something to drink and a beer for Rob.

Holy smacks! A bottle of water is 5 bucks-but the nice cold slushies are just 4.50 -yum- 4 slushies it is. Next we stand in the beer line, even the kids wait with me because it is actually cooler on line than in the park at our seats. The young twenty something in front of us starts a conversation with me about how he just got money from his settlement(?) and wants to treat his friends to a night at the park. Believe it or not, but I resisted the urge to find out about this settlement instead I just complimented him on being so nice to his buds. Then he says he might need more than one ID to get more than one drink. Well I panicked a bit because I didn't have my ID on me and didn't want to lose my place in line. So I said that I hoped I wouldn't need it for beer as I didn't have mine on me and he proceeded to say, "Ah, you won't need it." Wait, by the way he said that so matter of fact, I got the feeling that he thought I looked well beyond 21, so I probed this one a bit. "So are you saying I look old or do this three kids give me away. I am holding a slushy maybe I'm too young to drink beer?" Subtle, right? His only reply was "Yeah, you'll be fine." What?? I am left pondering.

The young man, whom I complimented before about being so nice to his buds, was now a little bit evil in my eyes. Lucky for him he got his drinks and was happily skipping off with his jack and coke not knowing the wreckage he had left behind. I'm next to order. I thought that if I don't get carded than that twenty something was right and I look my age of...43. I order Rob's beer and the worker doesn't card me! Darn, I am old!. Wait, maybe she just doesn't card anyone so I loiter for a moment after I get Rob's beer, fussing with napkins, to see if she cards the lady behind me. The moment of truth arrives-and this darn lady who is ordering gets carded. AHHHHH! So I take a good long look at the lady ordering, of course doing this as stealthy as I can, and she is younger, maybe twenty something, but obviously over 21. Come on!

I go back to our seats, the kids left me while this was going down, they know a train wreck when they see one, and I laughingly relay the whole scene to Rob. Okay so maybe I do look my age but to my relief the nice lady sitting next to me smiled and said she didn't get carded either. Wow, I am so lucky. This super nice and kind lady, really almost a friend, looked younger and more beautiful than any other women in that whole ballpark-I swear!