Okay mom before you freak out on me please know that the situation deemed it necessary and no real laws were broken (I think).
It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I was headed to the Northgate district to meet up with friends and watch the Aggie football game. For those of y’all that don’t know, Northgate is the adult entertainment area for Texas A&M. Wait that makes it sound like a strip club, it’s the bar district. And after 10 pm like any normal bar you must be over 18 to enter and if you aren’t 21 your entry requires you to have these sweet looking x’s on your hand. But as I said earlier it was 2 in the afternoon, so my 20-year-old self should have no problem going to an establishment to watch a little football.
I get to the establishment (which I will leave nameless), casually walk through the front door, and start looking for my friends. It wasn’t until 15 seconds later that the “door guy” (who was not at the door) walks up to me and asks to see my ID. I thought it was strange because it was daylight out and all, but I handed him the ID. He looks at it for a solid 30 seconds before he says they are 21 and up only. I look around and count a total of 12 people in the establishment. Some of whom are my friends, and some of which are 20 like me. Dumbfounded and at a loss for words I stroll back outside, trying to process how I can’t get in at 2 in the afternoon. All the more reason why I don’t frequent the bar scene.
One of my buddies, let’s call him dreamboat (it’s a long story for another time) comes outside to see why I awkwardly walked in, stood around, and then left. I brought him up to speed on the situation and while we were trying to figure out a plan a few more of the people we were watching the game with came out on the patio of the bar. The patio had a gate, and that gate was unlocked. So basically, it is their fault that I opened the gate and then walked into the bar hiding behind my group of friends. I use the term hiding loosely because I am 6’4” and the tallest of the group. Regardless we make it to our table and I sit casually in the corner trying to conceal myself as much as possible. All I wanted to do was watch the game nothing else.
About a minute later a different door guy walks up to our table and asks to see our all of our ID’s. The first thought that came into my head was a blog titled “the time I was thrown out of a bar.” Luckily I was shoved in the back corner, and the first few ID’s the door guy checked were my friend’s parents. They were confused as to why he was ID-ing them for a second time. I am guessing the door guy got uncomfortable checking to see if 50-year-olds are 21 because he walked away without checking my ID.
The rest of the evening was rather uneventful minus the Aggie loss. But is it a loss when on Monday you can go to class at the greatest university in the world while they have to go to class at Alabama? Plus, I can forever say that I successfully snuck into a bar. Which under normal circumstances I would never feel the need to do. But some situations call for you to break the rules well.
As always; make good choices (ironic?), share if you like what I said, comment if you have something to add, give that follow button a smash, and I will see you on Thursday.
*I do not condone breaking the law or sneaking into bars underage. Do not take me for a thug, I am a good kid I promise. Just ask my mommy.*