Karen
The time we switched identities
Many years ago, when we were young enough to get IDed seriously, a group of us were out on Mill Ave. in Tempe bar hopping. And Kristin had forgotten her ID. She argued with the bouncer for a while, but he wouldn't budge, so we came up with a plan: I got my hand stamped and met her down the street. We swapped coats and she put on my glasses and I gave her my ID. I wandered blindly back to the bar, and 10 minutes later Kristin was in!! We had a great time, drank too much, etc. etc. On our way out we walked slowly past the bouncer, who was seated outside the front door, with big grins on our faces. He looked at her and turned beet red, realizing that she'd somehow gotten past him. And just then, a bird took a shit on his bald head. We laughed so hard at our brilliant deviousness and the timing of that bird.
February 25, 2026