"If your going to San Fransisco"...don't use your fake ID

(Samantha and me)

See that little angel to the left of me in this photo? Well thats my twin sister, and like me, she is 20 years old.  We were in San Francisco this weekend at our older sisters bachelorette party and we just happen to be the only two people on this trip who aren't of legal drinking age (boo, i know)....anywho, the first night we got in we all (there were 12 of us) went to a little French Bistro in town.  The restaurant was small and quaint and our waiter was French himself.  So we sit down and BAM! lightbulb goes off in my head!...this would be the perfect opportunity for us to use our brand new fake ID's from Arizona....now some of you might be saying "omg this is against the law, it's so wrong" but no people!  We had no intention of getting plastered...after all, we were with our mom and aunt too...and I am from Texas were it is perfectly legal for you to drink if you are with your parents.  So, now that I have cleared my conscious, we can continue with the story.

As expected, my mom orders 2 bottles of wine for the table.  Our waiter looks around and says "okay, I'm going to need to see everyone's identification except for you two (pointing at my mom and aunt)."  Of course my mom and aunt take offense to that and say "Well why don't you need our ID's, hmmmm???"  Our waiter laughs nervously and exits to go get our wine.  When he comes back we all hand him our ID's, including Sam's and my fake.  He takes mine first, of course, and my heart starts pounding.  He takes my ID over to the side of the table and I am thinking to myself, OMG I'm caught, take me in! I'm guilty! but all he does it put it under the candle so he can read it and hands it back...."YES!", I'm thinking, "I'm in the clear".  I don't know why I even worried so much, our waiter probably didn't know where Arizona was let alone what the id's should look like.  Anywho, afterwards, everyone sat back and enjoyed their wine and a lovely dinner.

Me being the lame-o that I am decides to head back with my mom and aunt after dinner because I am exhausted from the flight out, but my rebel of a sister thinks the night is young and heads out with my older sister and all of her friends.  Since the fake ID's worked at the restaurant, Samantha figure they would also work with the big scary bouncer at the club they were walking up to....WRONG!  She goes up to hand him her ID with great confidence when reality sunk it that Mr. Bouncer man was not as naive as Mr. French waiter.  He studied this thing for what seemed like forever and finally looked up at her and asked "is this you in the picture?"  She responded with a firm "yes"...and he responded with a firm, "this isn't going to work" as he takes her ID and refuses to hand it back.  In the words of my sister, "He was an a**".  Now my sister and I are back in Dallas, one without a fake id, and one with one but too scared to ever use it again.  At least we all learned something from this experience.