I’m at a classy weird party bar/grill/beach thing with my parents. I ordered a frozen margarita. When the bartender saw my ID, she couldn’t believe the person on the ID is who I used to be.

She freaked out in disbelief, asked the other bartender (who also freaked out when they saw me), then ran away. Five minutes later, the owner comes back and was like “sorry ma’am, here you go!”

The bartender was like “is that really who used to be? What’s your name?” (I told her) “You rock girl, I love your name. Sorry I freaked out.”

Even after quite some months being full time, I still have those moments of validation :3

I am tipsy, and giggling like a child. :)