The curse of youth

I met Eli tonight for our Friday beer at BW3's and I got carded when I ordered a beer. I'd taken my license out of my wallet at the airport yeserday going through security and I forgot to put it back in. I was trying to explain to the waiter that I'm 35, but he didn't believe me. I showed him pictures of my kids, stuff in my wallett - I even told him about my mini van. I called Cathie and she found my drivers license. She took a picture of it with her camera phone and sent it over to me so I could prove my age. Eli had gotten there by that time, saw how old he looks and he served me without any ID. If Brad had been there, I could have passed him off as my grandfather. Grandfathers don't lie.