My brother and I watched the original Gone in Sixty Seconds from 1974 today. It was rocking.

Then we went and toured the local bar scene.

The first bar we went to was incredibly low key. There were maybe four people in there, all over sixty. We walked in, commandeered the pool table in the back, had a drink, and two games of pool. The dude at the bar never checked our id's; he didn't care.

Since the scene was blowing, we heaved out of there, and went to another local bar (downtown fairfax has a number of these bars, and it is within easy walking distance of our house).

At this bar, which my brother's been to before numerous times, there was a lady checking id's. We presented our California Driver's Licenses to her. She examined them at great length, and then declared that they were "too thin." I hesitated somewhere between shock and belligerence, but we decided to leave peacefully.

I mean, I've been over 21 for goodness knows how long, and my brother is approaching 24, so we are all good here, in this respect. I've seen plenty of valid out-of-state-licenses turned away at various establishments over the years, but never two valid California id's. I mean, the pictures on them don't even look like us because they were taken six to eight years ago, but that wasn't even the complaint. No, I get that complaint all the time. The complaint was that they were "too thin." Incredible.

Well, we blew that bar off, and went to the one next door. Here we purchased two drinks, which cost nine dollars, and for which I paid with a $10 bill. My change came back and was $11.

"Far out," I thought. "I go to three bars: one doesn't card, doesn't care; one doesn't let me in because my id is 'too thin,' and the third pays me to drink there!"

What a #$^%^&*% crazy night!

Anyways, like most of these stories, however, it has a Christian ending. I returned the extra money, gaining a new friend (who didn't even give us free drinks! -- he couldn't though, his boss came in right after the messed-up transaction)...

Anyways...