Last night, Zach and I went to Barristers’ Ball, aka Law School Prom, at the Hilton. I’d describe it in more detail, but that’s really all there was to it: It was like prom for law students and professors. Oh, and they had a “Dancing with the Stars”-type competition, with real judges as the judges. (Just think about it for a second. Slightly amusing, right?)
Anyway, I had a total of two glasses of wine at Law School Prom. Acquiring the first glass went off without a hitch, as I walked up to the bar and politely asked for a glass of merlot, and the bartender gave it to me.
A little while later, when I went to get a second glass, I walked up to the bar and again politely asked for a glass of the merlot. But because many underagers in Missoula now apparently try to sneak into Law School Prom instead of say, Stocks, the bartender decided she absolutely could not serve me unless she saw my ID. Despite the fact that it was at… Law School Prom.
OK, I get that though I’m nearly 25, I look young enough to be underage, and it’s perfectly reasonable for anyone serving alcohol to card me. But still, it irked me, mainly because: a) The bartender didn’t seem to be carding anyone else. 2) She’d already served me once. OK, it was dimly lit in there, and it may have been someone else the first time, but still… d) It was Law School Prom, for crying out loud!
The fact that this woman would dare card me at Law School Prom absolutely outraged me, as Zach can surely attest to. Now, of course, the fact that I had to go back to our table, grab my ID out of my purse, go back and wait in line again, and order a glass of wine from the woman I’m convinced thought I was actually trying to get away with something does not seem like a big deal now, but you could not have said or done anything to offend me more last night. I mean, I was wearing a dress and a cardigan, for crying out loud! A belted cardigan, no less!
Seriously, show me someone under 21 in Missoula who wears a belted cardigan after 9 p.m., and I’ll show you someone at Stocks who’s over the age of 17. They just don’t exist.
I know, I know. I should appreciate it while I can. I have a hunch I’ll have plenty of time to do that though.
Aren’t you glad you don’t tell lawyer jokes?
Squirrel Thoughts 
Posted by Jeff Dalton on March 15, 2010 at 1:54 am
haha i just have to say i think I laughed harder at this post than any other! :o) you are hilarious!
Posted by carrie koppy on March 15, 2010 at 8:16 am
Belted cardigan? Over your GOWN?
Posted by Allison on March 15, 2010 at 8:34 am
Well, it wasn’t a GOWN in the “froofy prom gown” sense, but a strapless dress. I wore the cardigan because I knew I would feel cold if I didn’t. Don’t worry, Carrie, it looked chic! (I forgot to take pictures, so you’ll just have to take my word for it, haha.)
Posted by Danny Davis on March 16, 2010 at 1:27 pm
that’s what you get for betraying Dean Stone Night and attending another school’s gala.
Posted by Jessica DeMarois on March 16, 2010 at 2:00 pm
I will admit, when I first saw you near the bar, I thought maybe one of the Professors brought their daugter to the Prom. Kidding! Your cardigan was very chic, and much less out of place than the ones Emily and I were wearing at the Bodega the night before.
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