tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post3820123832243604959..comments2023-10-28T10:10:18.469-04:00Comments on The Pink Shoe Diaries: Being a Bitch at Bertucci'sSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09330391724110107705noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-39145157113289870082007-10-27T09:51:00.000-04:002007-10-27T09:51:00.000-04:00Ha, Bertucci's used to serve me when I was 18, 19....Ha, Bertucci's used to serve me when I was 18, 19. I'd stop sometimes on my way home from work and have a beer. Given, I was wearing a suit and trench coat and had horrible pinned-up granny hair and glasses. The b!tching I did was with the bartender - about taxes. But still.<BR/><BR/>On underestimates becoming a compliment with time ... dunno. Not that I'm =that= much older than you are, but when someone guessed my 9-yrs-younger sister was older, it didn't feel like a compliment: it felt like they were stupid.Molly B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18017648886053477728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-70425999685581690602007-10-16T11:22:00.000-04:002007-10-16T11:22:00.000-04:00In light of her eye roll, I think you should have ...In light of her eye roll, I think you should have gone ahead and twisted the knife and with that last comment.Libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09536095910853911604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-16132225976619870412007-10-15T16:47:00.000-04:002007-10-15T16:47:00.000-04:00Haha... priceless.Haha... priceless.Sanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10196296268895103846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-74345102767337743772007-10-15T12:31:00.000-04:002007-10-15T12:31:00.000-04:00Once I turned 30, I started thanking people who ca...Once I turned 30, I started thanking people who carded me.AnnaBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00107476189720457080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-1406686774096455982007-10-15T11:55:00.000-04:002007-10-15T11:55:00.000-04:00ahaha I love Bitchtucci's. What about Bitchdouchii...ahaha I love Bitchtucci's. What about Bitchdouchii's? Maybe that's overkill. Anywho I think I am just jaded because my license picture looks not a whole lot like me and so I run into a lot of "Are you sure this is you?" drama when I get ID'd! And in general I think in your late twenties getting ID'd probably isnt as much of a thrill as it is when you are older.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09330391724110107705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-47455554890681601632007-10-15T11:51:00.000-04:002007-10-15T11:51:00.000-04:00Bitchucci's perhaps? (o;While I'm not 50 with an ...Bitchucci's perhaps? (o;<BR/>While I'm not 50 with an unnatural hair color, I have to confess that I do get a bit sad when I don't get carded. I'm sure I won't care one iota when I'm 40. However, right now I'm clinging to my last year of being a 20-something. I would prefer NOT to look like I've long since crossed the threshold. I'd like my age to still be in question for a while before I acknowledge I look beat-down and old-ish. LOL. But..."Best feeling in the world"? Um. Not really. Once you are past 50, honey - it's time to give up the fantasy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053152.post-19257438092429609362007-10-15T11:21:00.000-04:002007-10-15T11:21:00.000-04:00Good for you!Good for you!Kimbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02397671646519746882noreply@blogger.com