Root Root Root For The Beer Vendor

Mixed emotions about going to the Giants-Nats game yesterday. I grew up a Giants fan, but I’ve adopted the scrappy and over-achieving Nats. Plus, it’s nice to have a baseball team in Washington, DC.

Perhaps the most significant euphoric moment at yesterday’s game was when a beer vendor asked for my ID. I was a little stunned and kind of fumbled for my license because the woman’s tone was kind of stern.

I joked that she was attempting to flatter me. She laughed, but not until after she saw my birth date; I didn’t think that was necessary.

My hat must have hid the gray hair, but I’m not sure what might have been hiding my wrinkles. Maybe she had sight issues.