Disclosoholic What?

I went out on Friday night with a friend of mine. We saw “Stranger Than Fiction” which should have gotten better reviews than it did, though it was flawed (it was, however, adorably flawed). After the movie, we decided we should discuss it at our favorite neighborhood bar down the street from the theater. It was a busy Friday night, and the bouncer immediately asked me for my ID. As I was fishing around, my friend dug through her purse to find hers. The bouncer told her not to bother because he recognized her. My friend was surprised and the bouncer said, “you have a distinctive face.” She said that she came into the bar with me all the time and that I also have a distinctive face. The bouncer replied, “No, not so much.”

Anyway, for a whole host of reasons, we will not be frequenting that bar again anytime soon.

Posted by miXi on Monday, December 04, 2006 at 4:04 PM | Permalink