Taking Advantage of 21ness

Since I turned 21 in England, where the drinking age is 18, going out to bars on my birthday wasn't really all that special. When we got back there was school and shit to do, but Thursday is Art Major Night at DA's, so we decided to get our freak on. When I gave the guy my id, however, he was like, I can't accept this. ? Apparently my license expired on my birthday. What ass. I had to drive Charlie's car (still superglued together I might add) back home, get my passport, and then he let me in. I figure its the best thing that could've happened though, cause now I have a story about the first time I went to a bar after turning 21. If he'd just let me in no problem it would've been a much more boring tale. Story two however is that Travis, the owner, likes getting Julia cakes. We're not really sure why, but if it means free cake, who really cares.