ID Please

I met this guy who was in a band. He lived in Delaware but came to NYC every now and then. One weekend we decided to go bar hopping in Williamsburg.

We were having a great time and by the time we got to the third bar I was trashed. The bouncer asked me for my ID and I couldn’t find it. I told Band Dude I had lost it and I should go home because I was so wasted. He said he would walk me and we stumbled off together.

I had only lived in my apartment for a couple weeks and was still trying to get used to the tricky lock. After a few tries I gave up. “I need to sit down,” I told Band Dude and then I promptly fell asleep against the door. Band Dude finally decided to leave once he realized he wasn’t getting any.

A few hours later my roommate got home with a friend and found me passed out in front of the door. “What are you doing?” she asked while she laughed her ass off. She picked me up and put me in my bed.

The next morning I woke up and my roommate and her friend were sitting in her room laughing at me. What a great impression I made.

And I had my ID the whole time!

- Submitted by Drunken Debbie

(photo via flickr ereinach)

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