During the party I went to Saturday night, I ran out with my friend Torrey to buy a pack of cigarettes.
Hey, it's the holidays.
At Torrey's corner deli, something happened that thrilled me...at first.
I got carded.
Now, getting carded for alcohol is one thing...but proving I'm over 18 is something I haven't had to do since I turned 30.
I balked when the counterwoman asked me to see my ID.
"Are you serious? I'm old."
"Oh, I know you old baby. I just need to see your ID."
And with that, the slight thrill I had seconds before was gone, daddy, gone.