Carded

Thursday night before my Friday interview at the GH, the residents invited us out for drinks and dinner at the Liberty Hotel. I love this place. It's pretentious and snobby, and totally fabulous. 

That day, I got out of work at 4:30pm. I had plenty of time to get home, change and head to the Liberty by 5:30pm. I realized at 5pm that I left my cell phone in my white coat back at school. 

That's ok, I thought to myself. I'm not gonna be talking to anyone that evening nor the next day during my interview. I can go get it when I'm done. I continue getting ready. Then I realize I also left my wallet in my white coat.

And this is when I flip out...

I'm going to be drinking. What if I get carded? I will look like the BIGGEST tool in front of my future colleagues.

I throw on my outfit, roll down my hill and jump in a cab. I have 15 minutes to get to school and back to the Liberty. The cabbie totally felt my story, got me to school and back in the nick of time.

And of course I didn't get carded... of course.