Even though I am of legal age to drink now, somehow I got away with drinking at a few bars and restaurants between the ages of 19 and 20. Although I will not share the names of the restaurants and bars, I find it quite interesting that these places didn’t card me, especially since I have RBF (Resting Baby Face).
I have always been the youngest of my friends. When all my friends were 21 and 22, I was the 19 or 20-year-old who was upset that I was legally unable to hang out with them at bars and some clubs. I felt like I was disturbing their plans, because they would be restricted as to places where they could go, because I wasn’t legally allowed entry.
When I lived in Washington, D.C. for a semester, there was a crazy snowstorm the weekend I moved in. Mountains of snow covered the streets and the sidewalks for at least four days. The day the storm ended, my three roommates and I had cabin fever and were starving. We just had to go out and discover a good place for brunch.
We went to at least four different restaurants, looked at their menus and walked out. None of the menus seemed to match what we had in mind.
We then stumbled upon one place on H Street, which initially looked closed, because no one was there. The owner told us we were his first customers of the day. Keep in mind, my three roommates were aged 21 and 22 at the time, and I was the only minor.
Since we had the restaurant to ourselves, my roommate got the idea to sit at the bar, so we all followed. Their menu met our approvals, and they had bottomless mimosas — I had no idea what those were at the time.
Anyway, I ordered water, while my roommates ordered mimosas. I noticed that they weren’t carded. My roommate, who was from Brazil, wasn’t too fond of the mimosa, so I drank the rest of hers. The bartender never carded any of us. Being that the mimosas were bottomless, she kept them coming — no questions were asked.
After this experience, I realized I could drink anywhere as long as my legal-aged friends ordered drinks and weren’t carded. I knew I wouldn’t be, either. So I got my drink on! Until one day, at the same restaurant, one bartender I’d never seen before asked my roommates and I for our IDs when we ordered coronas. I just froze. I thought my soul left my body, and my roommates had to speak for me, telling the bartender that I left my ID at my apartment.
I’m sure I’m not the only one that this happened to, but it did give me an adrenaline rush. I was also paranoid.
With that being said, folks, please drink responsibly and legally. I promise it’ll be well worth it and paranoid free!
We should all be aware of the fact that drinking under the age of 21 is against the law in the United States. In no way is this story encouraging underage drinking.