expat ireland

That Time I Got IDed

The other night I went to a pub with a friend. When I walked up to the bar and ordered my drink, the barman asked for my ID. Y’all, the legal drinking age in Ireland is 18. 18!!!!!!!!!!!! My jaw hit the floor as I began to pissed offidly pull my license from my wallet.  I told him, “I am 22 years old. I am legal to drink in the States. How young did you think I was?!” The barman just kinda shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well I wouldn’t have asked if I thought you were old enough.”

Gobshite. I am 22. I know that I have a young face and all, but my lord! I have gone to college and gotten a degree. I pay all of my own bills. I bought my own car. I’m paying off my student loan. I am a 22 year old adult. So when I walk up to the counter and say, “Jameson and cranberry,” I WANT MY JAMESON AND CRANBERRY!

Please and thank you 🙂


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