I tried to have fun this past weekend because I knew I’d have to work on my 35th birthday, which was yesterday. Still, my department took me out to Chevys for lunch. I had a mojito wholesome, work-approved glass of lemonade and some shrimp tacos and eventually found myself with a free sombrero and a dessert. I wasn’t upset about turning 35. Everything was going just fine.
Until I looked at the waiter.
He had a pin that read: “WE ASK TO SEE I.D. UNDER 35”
And I thought, how nice. Here I thought the last significant age milestone was 25, when it becomes cheaper to rent a car. I had no idea I had yet another fun-filled benchmark in front of me: the amazing ability to walk into any Chevys and order a drink without the inconvenience of having to take out my wallet and show my driver’s license. Because, God knows, I’m sick of doing that. If I had to show my license and prove that I’m of drinking age any more than I do already, I’d probably pull a muscle or get a repetitive stress injury. My birthday was already going great: Chevy’s thoughtful, considerate policy with its thoughtful, considerate slogan, with all it implied about the age I had just reached, made it perfect. Thank you, Chevys! I am in your debt!
So you won’t mind if I just cram your free sombrero up your guacamole spout and burn down every one of your seedy, cockroach-infested franchises from here to San Diego.
Thought not.
You’re right, you ARE getting younger as I get older. Weren’t you 45 last year?
Happy Birthday! albeit late…
I also wish you a belated happy 35th birthday, and I’m sure Min does as well. Calvin’s due some time in May, I think, and he and Grace are moving to Brookline, if the closing goes through. Which will mean they’ll be on my side of the river, hooray.
In other news: you’re eating at a Chevy’s? That sounds like a bad chain restaurant. Unless, you know, it’s not. (I’ve never been to the Bay, you know.)
well at least you still have your sense of humor now that you’re officially an old man…
Happy belated birthday. Nice of you to join us in the “pushing 40” crowd.
You know what’s more annoying than getting carded to make sure you’re of legal age to drink? Getting carded to make sure you’re of legal age to drink when you have absolutely no intention of imbibing from whatever giant jug of alcohol is being delivered to the table. I know the waiter doesn’t know this and hell, I wouldn’t trust me either but still. It’s damn annoying.
ps. Happy day after your birthday! ♥
pps. ♥s are pretty. just FYI.
Happy Belated Birthday. Go and frequent Red Robin, they don’t card until 39.5…
From me too. Happy birthday! Wanna go out to lunch next weekend when I’m in the bay area? My treat? Hat included?
Don’t sweat it. You look my age. Although, I look really old for my age. So, I don’t know where that leaves you. I hope you had a happy birthday, Greg.
Happy Birthday. I second the motion to burn all of the Chevys down, I’ll get the ones north of you up through the Central Valley. I don’t have a problem with their policies, just their food. I’ve eaten real tex-mex in Houston and know that Chevy’s doesn’t deserve their own label.
Happy Birthday!
so they didn’t card you? those bastards. this is a case where they should ask you so as not to insult, quite the opposite of when they ask “when are you due” when you’re not pregnant. in that case they should shut their trap.
see how simple that is ms. little size 4, b!tch?
i’m more interested in “guacamole spout”
HB, GA. I never realized that I am almost 2 whole months older than you. Ug, now I am super depressed. Hope the shrimp tacos do not repeat.
Um, just so you know, next year you’ll be eligible to run for President.
Happy Birthday, Greg! Don’t let it get you down. At least you have the approval of generic people on the internet!
Happy Birthday. Gee, your co-workers must really hate you to take you to Chevy’s. Sorry about them. I would have taken you somewhere WAY better.
pretty feisty at your age, eh?
happy birthday greg!
Happy belated
i’ll add to the chorus of one-day-after-your birthday wishes with a joyeux anniversaire !
i’ll even admit that i like chevy’s. granted, i haven’t been there since 1991 when there were only 2 of them in all of california (as opposed to 2 in every subdivision of a zip code).
i still get carded from time to time, and the last time i actually turned to the checker and said “well bless your heart,” thus proving that i was FAR TOO OLD to get carded. oh, well.
i hope the <strike>mojito</strike> lemonade was good at least.
I am only three wrinkle-filled years away from 35 and I get overjoyed when I am carded. Unfortunately, when they ask to see my I.D. at the grocery store, they usually ruin it by adding, “ma’am.”
Hey Happy (late) birthday! I just turned 35 a week ago myself. Time to live it up, I’d say. Only 5 more years until life begins! Or is that 15? Don’t forget that 35 IS the new 25 ;D
watch out for the ear hair.
I hate to contradict Aunt Sarah, but I also don’t want to delay your political aspirations.
No Person ...shall be eligible to the Office of President ...who shall not have attained to the Age of thirty five Years”.
I would recommend you form your presidential exploratory committee immediately.
As long as you are a natural born citizen and a resident for 14 years, TMC respectfully requests consideration for the position of “campaign lackey”.
Happy belated ;0)
Why stop at San Diego? Go for broke, its your birthday.
Is it 35? Rawk! Only 2 years then!
there’s really no need to lie about your age on the Internet. no one can hear you screaming and/or crying.
also: you should never, ever, ever eat mexican food at a chain restaurant. there’s a new law being floated by congress. it’s akin to shopping at walmart and dangling babies out windows. it simply isn’t in good taste or healthy.
my last trip to a chevy’s was for a birthday. The birthday boy got an enormous platter of searing hot food accidentally dumped all over him and wound up having to change into a comp’ed Chevy’s t-shirt. His pants, however, were still guac-sodden. No one drank. I was not carded. My meal was palatable but lacking in gusto. Maybe that’s a good thing at a mexican restaurant.
So, dude, maybe it wasn’t the celebrity-spangled event you deserved, but at least you had more fun at Chevy’s than I did.
But as for getting carded, it’s not how old you are, but how old your ID *says* you are… I know a guy if you need to correct any DMV “typos.”
I’m pretty sure Congress doesn’t have any problem whatsoever with shopping at Wal Mart. In fact I predict they will pass a law to give them a monopoly subsidy, and establish May as “Bouncing Yellow Balls for Terry Schiavo” month.
new here =) and i’m planning on reading your whole blog after i post this..
Chevy’s rocks my world! it’s totally worth the additional six trips to the bathroom afterwards.
oh yah, my bad.
Happy Belated Birthday =)
I haven’t eaten at Chevy’s in years. Once you barf it, it is REALLY hard to go back, free sombrero or not.
Next year when you turn 35 again (ahem) you can go to TGI Friday’s. They tie balloons in your hair, so it floats around and you look like an ass. It’s a riot!
I hope you wore a party hat (the pointy dunce kind, not the sombrero kind)
Oh, and happy birthday!!! Sorry. When I get started on Wal Mart, boy....