We had our company holiday party on Monday and it was TONS of fun. We all spent the entire afternoon at Dave and Buster's, which is basically an outrageously fun playroom for adults, and had an amazingly fun time.

The most amusing part of the day, however, wasn't watching my team flail over Dance Dance Revolution or scream in terror while trying to shoot Jurassic Park dinosaurs. It was actually the simple act of walking through the door. You see, Dave and Buster's isn't just a fun place to go...it really is only for adults. You have to be 21 to get in, and they post hefty bouncer-types at all the entrances to enforce their policies. Imagine my amusement when the big ol' security guy held up his hand, stopped me at the door, and gruffly asked to see my ID. Here I am, a 28-year old married woman who's four months pregnant and sporting a great maternity outfit. Totally surprised, I just handed over my 1974 DOB license, and after some scrutiny, I was allowed to enter. It was really quite funny. Hanging out with my enthusiastic just-out-of-college team, I've rarely felt more old lady in my life! I'm just glad I didn't start laughing in his face; he would have kept me out, I'm sure!