weasley

I went out tonight for the first time in forever.

The big plan was to get me into this bar so we could see this band.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to get in, but everyone was trying to convince me that this place never checks id’s and not to worry about it.
Clearly, I worried anyway.
I rehearsed my, ‘oh shit I forgot my purse in the car’ speech all the way from the parking garage to the tiny orange building.
So, we walk into the bar and there’s this guy with a crazy beard saying, “ Five dollars cover and id please.” And I freeze.
I’m trying to remember my speech and trying to think of a meeting spot and wondering if there is a coffee shop near by I can sit at, and then one of my friends says, “She’s only 18, can she come in anyway?”
I felt pretty stupid.
One of the guys from one of the bands was hanging out around the door and he said, “Oh she’s with me, just let her in.”
The crazy beard guy didn’t buy it, he was asking the band guy question after question about me.
“What’s her name? Is she your girlfriend? How old are you, why are you dating an 18 year old? Where did you meet? What’s her middle name?”
This band guy was just making up crazy things on the spot. I think my name was Martha and we met at Church, but I just walked out mid way, so I could be wrong.

I laughed the whole night.