After the front nine was finished on Saturday, it was time for the four of us to get some refreshments to keep the energy of the game going. The sun was beaming down on our heads and since beer had been a help to me before during bowling games, I decided on a cool, refreshing Mike's Hard Lemonade.
I walked up to the bar counter and politely asked the lady for a Mike's Hard Lemonade and a cup of ice.
The black lady behind the counter paused, then shot me one of those "Are you serious?" looks. Then she laughed at me.
"ID please? You look thirteen."
I told her I was 22, she apologized, and that's when I realized I was the "baby" of the golfers with me that day. I still get carded everywhere, even at Wal-mart if I buy glue stick. I'm not mad, and I know i should be flattered that I can still look so young (13 however is a bit past the look I was going for, haha... I was attempting sixteen)
When my 16 year old sister visited, we went out to Flounders, and I was trying to read people's reactions of us being either the same age of a teenager or a young adult.
I ordered for both of us, the waiter asked if we wanted separate checks. Girl doesn't even have a job yet.
During the meal, I ordered a frozen martini. He asked my sister if she needed anything.
I guess its hard to realize she's 16, and I didn't do anything grownupish during that age but to go through senior year as a youngin... so I still see her as my little baby sister.
I guess its cool though that sometimes she can be my 20 year old friend, and I could be her high school friend. Its a switchoff that relies on what I feel like wearing that day. And believe me, I can pull off the "older" look, its just hard to look so exquisite and chic in an area like Pensacola where the culture's fashion consists of swimsuits, speedos, and cutoff shorts.
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