Her Ladyship

Notes from the gutter.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Being damned with faint praise

23 and I spent yesterday window-shopping up and down 14th Street. After having covered most of the U Street corridor, we decided that a nice cold beer would be perfect. So we go to Nellie's and cozy up to the bar. The bartender, per usual, asked for our IDs. He looked at them, then at us, and gasped, "You guys look good for your age!" Backpedalling, he tried again: "I mean, you don't look anywhere near as old as you are!" Um, thanks?


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