I have no IDea.

Last weekend: after a blurry weekend, my driver's license (perhaps ashamed to be an identifier of me) decides to go missing.

Thursday: It is not until I am standing in the entrance to the local bar/pool room/bowling alley for a law school happy hour that I finaly realize my ID has been missing for days (really, what else would I use it for?). I count back the number of places it could be while I try to explain to the short, teenage-looking bouncer that I am, in fact, over 21. Not only do I feel ridiculously ashamed, but I realize my worst fear from my undergrad days is actually springing to life. I figure this is kharma for those few, not-so-legal, good time's at Hamilton's in Chicago.

My friends wave their sympathy from the inside of the bar while I return to campus alone...to study.

Saturday: I come to terms that my driver's license is taking a permanent leave of absence from my possession. Ah ha! Not to fear, my drinking adventures are NOT in jeopardy! I grab my dusty passport from my top dresser drawer-- behind a pile of neglected and unrotated undergarments.

You know, they really should make passports just for bar hoppers. The multiple stamps would always allow you to track your evening the sobering next morning.