Yesterday I went to the local spirits shop to pick up a bottle of bubbly and some beer (as did the rest of the world). As is customary for me because I look barely 18 on a good when the cashier asked for my ID. I dread being carded this time of year, not because I’m opposed to the practice. Not even because I hate my drivers license photo. No I dread be asked my ID around the holidays because my birthday is new years eve, and for some reason it always leads to the same string of questions. “Always a party on your birthday huh?” and the like. What people don’t understand is that while yes a couple of years ago (shortly after I turned 21) having my birthday on Dec 31 was great, there was always a party and a free flow of alcohol. Fast forwards few years and two kids later it sucks. Yes there is still always a party but I don’t get to go to it because it is nearly impossible to find a responsible baby sitter on the biggest party night of the year. When a sitter is found you have to pay an arm and a leg for them because it’s a holiday and it will be a longer than normal night (no party ends before 1 in the morning). I could ramble on about this for ever but I think I’ll just end with this: yes it’s my birthday, no I don’t want to talk about it, so give me my beer and let me move on with life.

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