NF: It's great being 18.
Yesterday at 22 or so I was trying to get into a club with some friends. These places frequented by teens are notoriously strict on ID, and it wasn't expected for me to get in yet, as I wouldn't come of age until past midnight. The bouncer was a young, strict looking guy, and he took a very long look at my passport, and an equally long one at me. Then he asked "do you have any other ID?", which I didn't. I took off my cap and asked him doesn't he recognize me, trying to imitate the expression on my passport (the kind one would expect of me if a 200kg biker walked up to me to confess his love, and the fact that the knockout drops he slipped in my drink will take effect any moment). The bouncer then asked what my horoscope is, and I replied after a moment of trepidation. Then he told me to go in. I was amused by how suspicious he was on whether it was
my passport, as opposed to the fact that I wasn't 18 :')
I also went to the local shop to buy some flour this morning, and grabbed a gin long drink just because I could finally buy one officially. I was dissapointed when the cashier lady didn't ask for my ID, so I asked her if she could ask for my ID, because I turned 18 today, and wanted to buy alcohol with my papers. She did, and congratulated me.
