No, it's not the lottery or even a great gift.

I figure the guy was blowing smoke but I bought it anyway because I could and I wanted to.  I actually got carded.  Yup, that's right.  Carded.  Something that really used to piss me off but these days is  something to celebrate.  If I could have, I would have planted a big one on the waiter who asked me for my ID at a local restaurant.   He was likely just over the drinking age himself and the way I figured it, probably needs glasses.

I wasn't expecting it and was lucky that I had my ID with me.  I was with a bunch of girlfriends, some of whom are younger than me but not by much.  I thought at first it was a joke.  I am well past 40.  And believe me, I don't look ANYTHING close to 21.  The lights were not dim, was the guy fishing for a tip? Then I panicked.  Do I have to actually show this guy how old I really am?  Can't I keep the illusion going for just a tad longer??  It was the reverse of what it was like when I was under 21. I panicked then at getting caught.  Now I didn't want the guy to catch my actual age.  I wanted to live the fantasy for a few minutes more.  I wanted to dance in that moment.  I wanted to freeze time.  I wanted to believe that he was for real.  He asked again and waited patiently for me to fork over the drivers license.

I finally passed it over and he gave me a surprised look, but not that surprised.  He grinned and said thanks and then asked what he could bring me.  If he only knew that he already brought me a better buzz than any cocktail they offered.  It was a GREAT day!