We’ve all been there. You go to buy beer or a bottle of wine and they ask to see your ID and when you reach into your wallet, your ID is nowhere to be found. Or you get all dolled up and get to the bar and your ID is missing. You check your pockets, random nooks and crannies in your purse and nothing. You’re stuck with no ID, no booze and now you have to make an appointment at the DMV. Boo!
You retrace your steps over and over again. You hope that you’ll find it in a different purse or another pair of pants, or perhaps it will come out in the wash next time you do a load. You cross your fingers and wait. A day goes by, nothing. Two days, NADA. And after three days you begin to lose your mind, as well as any hope.
This is Christina Egan, a 23-year-old recent graduate of Columbia University. While receiving her degree this year was a big deal, it was not her greatest achievement. She also lost her ID three times in one year. Now that is impressive.
A year after she lost three IDs, she came home to a very funny surprise. One of her misplaced IDs was returned to her in the mail in a thank you card. It looks like while she moved on and replaced her ID, the old one was on quite an underage adventure.
I’d like to think that the ID went more places than Christina in the year that our mystery party girl took it in custody. Seeing all of NYC’s best bars, hitting all the hot spots and living the dream, one illegal martini at a time.