Well no, I never have. Actually, this story isn’t about a fake ID. I just thought I’d name this what I did because of the source material. You see, I follow this blog called Sauce Box and he recently published a story about a fake ID which is hysterical. I love life’s little moments like that. Go give it a read here.
My part of the title above is the question… “Do you have your ID?”
Back when I was twenty-*coughcoughcough*something I was really into the jam bands. It helped that I was friends with a guy who had one, and I was his “manager.” I’m sure I’ve talked about them once or twice. Those were fun times. Anyway, one night we were all going to go to this legendary music venue in Newport, Kentucky called The Southgate House to see Ohio jam band legends Ekoostick Hookah. This was going to be my first time seeing them and I was stoked. We were all stoned.
I left my car at my buddy’s house, cause we were going to have an after party at his place. He drove us all to the venue.
This was my first, and only time, in The Southgate House. It was awesome. Set up like a really big house, like an old school mansion, you went in through the front door into what would be the central hallway and up to the guy to pay. He was set up next to some stairs that went upstairs. Before getting to him was a room to the left, where a band was set up jamming away, playing to a handful of people. Straight ahead, it seemed, like there was another room with another band playing, and I think there was one upstairs. And then I think there was a way, after paying, that you went downstairs where the bigger venue was and that’s where Ekoostick Hookah was playing.
Again, this was my only time there well over 10 years ago, the layout is kind of a blur, but that’s pretty close.
All of my buddies paid, and then I got up to the guy. He asked for my ID. I went looking for my wallet and I didn’t have it. I had all the cash I needed in my pocket for some reason, but no wallet.
The guy was like, “no ID, no entry.”
And I was all…