No ID?

A few nights ago, my husband and I met downtown for happy hour.  For some reason -- let's chalk it up to the Pregnancy Forgetsies -- I didn't have my wallet.  I guess I'd taken it out of my purse for some reason and didn't put it back.  The guy at the door asked for my ID and I scrambled around, feeling really embarrassed and hopeless.

Then I stuck out my giant tummy and said, "Well, I'm pregnant, it's not like I can drink anyway."

He waved me right in, no ID needed.  Then I had a German non-alcoholic beer that tasted like ass.