My new identity brings me faster food

So, it comes as a bittersweet announcement this post where I tell you that I will be throwing out my Wisconsin drivers license in a few minutes. Why? Of course, I have received a shiny, brand new Washington State drivers license, which finally, in my x-th month of actual residency here is a godsend. It's taken far too long: I'm sorry State.

I would also like to apologize to all my "Return to Wisconson" advocates, which is really a one-man group (D. Willis! I forgive you. D. Willis never ever reads this). Yes, this means I'm sticking around for a little while. Have you ever taken in a breath of a newborn Seattle summer?! It's a drug!

But, best of all, no more will I have to point out the large, red and bold birthdate that lies in the middle of my former midwest I.D. (You have no idea how many times I needed to point it out to servers and bar tenders in this city.)

"It's right there!" I tell them.

Here's to faster service. *Cheers!