Or snort it! A few years ago, before they started promoting sensible drinking like they do now, I was a regular at one bar. The owner had a trick he used to like playing on big guys who were bragging about how much they can drink (and this only seems to work well on large muscular people. Rugby players were our favourite). He'd pour whiskey onto a teaspoon, and then either snort it himself, or if one of the weedy kids like me was around, he'd get one of us to do it. Then he'd pour one for the braggart and challenge him to do it. Nine times out of ten, the guy would be in nighty-night land in seconds.

I'm guessing it has something to do with nasal passages of sportspeople being more effective.

edit: Oh, and the owner told me he learnt that trick in the German army. This particular bar was a recreation of the Hofbräuhaus. It was such a fun place. They did'nt give a damn about underage drinking.

Times have changed now. It's even possible that I shouldn't have said those were fun times, since as someone who holds a current liquor licence, that could be construed as promoting underage drinking.

I suspect that still happens here in suburban bars, but I know, from a friend who works in the council licencing department, that they're about to do a crackdown on those. I work in the CBD, we've just had the annual christmas-time crackdown.

If I were to get asked for ID, I'd be flattered that they think I look so young.

Lenny: of course, next year I'll be flattered too I think, but for now I just enjoy it.

I just remembered one joke about this:
"Are you 18?"
"Yes "
"Show me your ID."
"It's from 15 years age..."

A friend of mine used this variant to get in two weeks before his 18th birthday:
"Show me your ID"
"My 18th birthday was the talk of town and you ask me for ID?"
"I'm a bit older than to here those news. Now let's see that ID"
"OK"
"Hmm...1985"
"Yeah. See? 2003 - 1985 = 18"
"Hmm..yeah. You're right. Go on in then."

In Finland the only real age limit in establishments is 18. Anything above that is face control.

One buddy of mine just went up to the bouncer and said something like "well, I'm here" like he'd been invited by the owner, or something. The bouncer got all confused and let him in without asking for ID.

I don't recall where I left off. I talked to her and it turns out she hadn't actually listened to her voicemail since Saturday. So I lucked out. She even mentioned as I was leaving to call her.

But that's where it ends. She has never returned or even answered a phonecall. She makes no sense whatsoever. And I'm just so bloody tired of expelling energy on thinking about it. I've come to the conclusion that whatever it is, it's on her end--not mine. I've done nothing but be a little quirky on a voicemail. If she's that shallow, that's her problem--not mine.

Additionally, I think she might be going through some emotional stuff right now. So I'm seriously contemplating throwing her on the "friends" bracket. There's no way I'd date a girl who's emotionally unstable. It doesn't just work. Unless you're just in it for the short-term sex--but I'm not, not in the least.

It doesn't just work, it works.

On a more serious note, I sort of know the feeling The circumstances are very different, but someone I thought I was in love with violently rejected me for reasons she hardly touched on. I'm still vaguely hoping - but I knew her for a year first, and she speaks Japanese!

At least I'm not only one in this world with this problem.