I heart you BBSBM.

So, last night, my fake ID was almost confiscated by a big black scary bouncer man. When the words, "I confiscate fake IDs" came out of his mouth, my stomach instantly got that icky "man...FUCK" feeling. So I played stupid, "Alright, well my ID isn't fake so...". That did not work. After he rejected my offer to beg on my knees, I felt completely defeated. Anyways, to make a long story short, he finally gave my ID back after my friends (and some people who I had met only minutes before) talked him into it.

There are lots of morals to this semi-uninteresting story though.
1) People are generally kind hearted. This bouncer didn't have to give a shit about me or the fact that my social life would have dwindled without my precious ID. Why would he have anyways? I was just another underage college girl trying to get into a bar with a fake ID. There are plenty of us. But...he gave it back. And he said that he would "take care of me" whenever I come back. Me and big black scary bouncer man are now tight.
2) Connections are everything. My friends who I had only known for a few minutes knew the bouncer and told him that we were roommates sophomore year and that we were best friends. Without knowing these "friends" and without them knowing the bouncer, I would be frantically searching for a replacement for my fake ID right now.
3) Fuck the law. Seriously though. I may not be 21 and technically can't get into bars, but I feel like I am mature and responsible enough to handle myself in one. I know that can't be said for all 20 year olds, but I personally am not using my ID to go to a bar and get shit-wasted drunk. I am not a liability. I don't even want to go into the drinking age right now; there is too much to say. But I will say this, other than my age (age ain't nothing but a number...thank you B2K), I think that I deserve to be able to go to a bar hassle-free.

So, in closing, I can continue frequenting my beloved bars thanks to my new homie, big black scary bouncer man. Love you.