Last week i went out to dinner with a 30 yr old male friend (aka. total bromance) and, after I ordered a beer, the waitress asked me for ID.

I thought two things simultaneously.

1.  I'm old enough to take that as a huge compliment.

and at the same time . . .

2. I'm old enough to take that as a huge compliment.

it seems like only yesterday that Ferris was reminding my to stop and smell the roses.