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I was 12 the first time I was in a bar and was served, but I looked much older, I looked at least 13/14 so no ID was needed. (it was also so far up in Northern Minnesota nobody cared.) I was there with 2 friends both of them locals one of them whose parents owned the resort we was at and I think they was 15/16 at the time, so we went to the bar on a Friday night in his Pinto (I sat in back waiting to die) and played pool and ate pizza and drank beer. (I just had 1 beer since I was only drinking to be able to say “I had a beer in a bar” and hated drinking beer then as much as I do now) It was a really good time.
The bar is still there and we still go there when we visit my parents, and it’s like walking into “Cheers” with my parents since everyone knows their names lol. But I spent most of my time between 18-21 in the Navy and either in Europe, Middle East or Canada so getting to drink was never an issue. In fact I’ve been carded more when I was past 25 then when I was under 21.
After I got my first haircut in 7 years when I was 30 I met a friend in a bar that we had gone to many times and a bartender asked for my ID, I thought she was joking since I had been there so many times and had talked to her so I laughed her off and said “yeah right” she then got really shitty and threatened to have me thrown out.
Ah memories…..
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