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Flying without ID

Being the escort that I've become in the last week, I hopped on a flight up to Boston on Saturday to watch the Rackets U.S. Open and attend their association's celebratory dinner.*

Without really reading the details, we signed up and headed off to the airport. We knew that:

1. The dinner was black tie

2. We would have to be dressier than our normal Saturday-Sunday attire during the days

3. That there would be few guys under 35; and

4. Most of the guys were coming from England.

As seasoned travelers, we normally would not leave for the airport more than an hour before our flight. But three weeks ago, my wallet with my treasured California driver's license was stolen. Now the DMV in New York does make it relatively easy for new residents; rather than taking the test over, as California requires, you simply send in your old license and get a new one in the mail. And they also make it easy to get a new license if your old one has been stolen. But they do not have an easy solution if your out-of-state license is stolen.

Normally, I'd just use my passport. However, two months ago, my passport expired.

Moral Dilemma I just typed out the rest of this story. And I'm not foolish enough to think that my little corner of cyberspace is particularly well-trafficked, particularly by those who are not related to me in some way. But do I really want to explain how I managed to get to Boston and back on an airplane without ID on the World Wide Web?

So instead, a best quote of the weekend:

"Is 'Guy' a stupid name in England too?" (Said in a good-natured manner by one good-natured person to another.)

* And to see my brother, which was the highlight of the weekend.

posted by venus de kilo @ 7:52 PM