The kicker of the evening came while using the restroom. I patiently waited in line while the two stalls served as telephone booths to drunk girls calling everyone they know. As I finally took my turn, I heard the following conversation outside my door:
"Oh my gosh, don't you feel old? I mean, there are like 18 year olds at my work." screeched a female voice.
"Well, how old are you?" asked another high pitched voice.
"Well, I'm only 22, but I feel soooo old now."
"I'm 24, so yeah, I am totally old for bartending."
Had this been a movie, I would have dramatically opened the door as the girls swiveled their heads in shock to see, to their horror, a woman in her upper twenties had been in the bathroom the whole time! The world would freeze, music would screech.
But instead, I studied the girl's unfortunate choice of belted plaid shirt as a dress, and secretly felt thankful that I am no longer 22. Then I drank another Miller Light.