allow me to explain.

i went out with my best friend, jim, tonight. we went around the corner to hit up black thorn for a beer or two and some good conversation.

"can i see your IDs?" we're asked as we sit at the bar. jim promptly throws his on the counter. i grab for the front cover of my wallet and feel for the familiar texture of my driver's license. instead i feel the less familiar and too smooth texture of my old school ID.

"give me just a second." i pull my wallet out totally from my purse and begin to dig. nothing. i flip through my checkbook, thinking maybe it fell out and got wedged between my blank checks. nothing.

"jim i don't think i have it. i think it left it at home!" my mind flashes back to me getting home from the gym friday morning. i never put my ID back in my purse.

"she doesn't have her ID," the bartender says to a man who must be the owner.

"then she has to leave." they apologize, i apologize, ("no, no i understand") as i put on my jacket and get right back up to leave. jim and i head to schnucks.

i start thinking about the blog. we need to get a pizza. jim grabs some boulevard unfiltered wheat beer and a lemon, i grab a freschetta brick oven margherita pizza.

back at jim's, we start drinking, i make the pizza, and we both watch iron chef america until it's finished. for those of you who don't know, margherita pizza is tomato, basil, and garlic topping. this particular one was thin crust and square.

it was lacking in the taste department, i'm not gonna lie. however, for being frozen, the tomatos had a surprisingly good flavor, but the basil and garlic was near nonexistent. the cheese and crust were good, but the sauce was almost nowhere to be found. one of the best parts of the pizza was the parmesan cheese we put on it, a la real pizza restaurants.

then we got ice cream from oberwies, hung out with a couple more friends, and i was home by 11.

my ID is now safely in my wallet.

carded, kate

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