I was 16. I had a real ID, it just wasn’t me. I have long, straight, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Ms. Fowler from Michigan has shoulder-length, brown, curly hair and brown eyes. The ID was also expired, as indicated by the hole punch in the top corner. It’s amazing how easily I waltzed into that place back in 1995. I doubt it’s as easy these days. At least I hope it isn’t when my daughter turns 16!

Finn McCool’s, north of the city in Westchester County, was dark and cool. There was a basketball game like you’d find in an arcade. You shoot actual basketballs and they roll down the ramp back to you. I shot a few and then when one bounced off the rim and came back to bounce off my forehead, I decided it was best if I stuck to a barstool until my co-conspirators pulled me out the door. Better to be pulled out than tossed out! A night to remember!