Happy Birthday to Me AKA It's No Longer Cool to Not Get Carded

So today is my 30th Birthday...the big 3-0 people. It started off with a bang though, I got a free Mocha from my fantastically gay boyfriend at Starbucks, some lovely flowers from Robin, a "Gas, Grass or Ass...No One Rides For Free" t-shirt from Jennie, a birthday visit from Meghan and some other assorted goodies. Now, my real big part-e is next Saturday, so I am looking forward to that. Monday I was feted at a birthday lunch with coworkers and Emily baked a slammin'chocolate-raspberry torte.
Tonight, I stopped to buy a bottle of birthday hooch, okay, actually I bought a classy bottle of red wine. I finally realized that not getting carded means you actually look over 21...not that 21 looks old by any means. But, when you are 21 it's actually fun to be carded. Now I understand why women who are 30-some and 40-ish actually like this process...it does make you feel good about yourself. Not the case for me tonight, but maybe it had something to do with my orthopedic shoes, plastic hair bonnet, support hose and bright red lipstick smeared on my teeth.

Just kidding...you know I don't wear bright red lipstick.