Last night's happy hour (at the famed Hollywood Formosa Cafe) began on a high note. The patrons were beer-goggley ga-ga... The ambiance was pretty great... The $3 drinks were even better. I was about 2 rather large wine glasses into my intoxicated state with my (getting-sexier-by-the-minute-and/or-by-the drink) artistic director, Michael Matthews, when...
A CuteGuy sat down next to me. The BarKeep greeted said CuteGuy, and the following conversation ensued:
CuteGuy: What do you have on tap?
BarKeep: First, I got to see your ID.
MiCHaeL aNTHoNY: (chiming in, feigning adorableness) You never asked me for my ID!
BarKeep: We're required to ID anyone that looks under 30.
[A pause so painfully pregnant that it could be birthing breached triplets.]
MiCHaeL MaTTHeWS: *Snap!*
FYI... I just turned 26. Ouch!
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Girl....I told you to lay off the booze and the sun! More antioxidants, sleep and better moisturizing sunscreen should help.
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