Tonight's Plans: Dinner at Applebee's with parents and aunt
High Point of the Evening: Listening to my family burst into hysterics as we "outwit" the GPS unit my aunt got for Christmas.
"Daniel," the British voice I chose to direct us home, seemed rather upset as my dad purposely drove the wrong way. Poor Daniel had to keep saying "Recalibrating Route!" I was waiting for him to say "Hey asshole...why'd you buy a GPS if you already know the damn way home?"
Low Point of the Evening: Realizing I'd left my driver's license in my other coat pocket
My parents were willing to buy my alcohol for the night. I had no license. I apparently don't look 21. A school ID isn't enough for Applebee's. What's a girl to do? SCORE! I have a copy of my birth certificate in my purse (for employment reasons)! Why such a low point? Imagine having to show the Applebee's manager your birth certificate to get a Miller Lite Brewtus. Yeah. That's a collossal low point.
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