That thing's bigger than you are!

I started playing the cello in the sixth grade, and I had to carry it to and from school, through the hallways.  As a four-foot-something middle schooler, helpful parents and students were always exclaiming, "That thing's bigger than you are!"  As if I didn't feel like a big enough loser for being the only person to take my instrument home and practice it.  One day, I finally surpassed my instrument's height, and I still heard the same phrase.  Until one day, I went to college and stopped practicing my cello on a regular basis, and I thought I had gotten past the insensitive comments from strangers who've clearly had a large helping of self esteem for a large part of their lives.

Then two years ago I turned 21, and apparently, no one told my face, because I've been told by countless airport employees, waiters and waitresses, and other checkers of IDs that I look extremely young for my age, and I'll be glad to hear it in about 10 years.  Thanks people.  I'm pretty sure I'll never feel quite comfortable with strangers telling me their opinions on my appearance.  Three memorable incidents are the following:

1. I was having a dinner with my family in Hawaii when I was 21 and I was not served the beer I ordered because I didn't look like I was 21, which I was not told to my face (Thanks to Uncle Trey for getting to the bottom of that situation).

2. This past summer at the airport I was kind enough to give up my seat on a plane so a family could sit together.  I was then asked how old I was, because they wanted to move me to an exit row.  Pretty sure you have to be 16 to sit in an exit row.

3. Last week, after working hard to prepare a wild rice field for sampling and take-down, I checked in to a hotel and the chatty man at the front desk asked me if the credit card I handed to him was mine, because I look a little young to have a credit card.  Um, didn't you just finish looking at my driver's license?

A word of advice: think before you speak, especially to strangers.  They probably don't care about your opinion as much as you do.

Anyways, back to this blog post's title.  This morning, my boyfriend Ben and I went to brunch at Pizza Rock on K Street in Sacramento (no link because there's really annoying music on their web page), and I got this:

Premium Bacon Bloody Mary

This thing was basically bigger than I am.  Not only did this bloody mary have a brunch staple, bacon, but it also had my all-time favorite food: green beans!  Also there's bacon in the actual bloody mary, and you can also see a slice of green bell pepper, onion, pepperocini, and an olive.  It was huge, but don't worry I finished it.

Location: Pizza Rock
Food: 8
Drinks: 9
Service and Ambiance: 9

Food we tried: The Wolfpack Pizza
Drinks we tried: Premium Bacon Bloody Mary, Bottomless Mimosa (Orange and Mango)

The Wolfpack pizza had eggs, three types of cheese, peppers, and two types of sausage.  I think we just ordered it because it reminded us of the movie The Hangover.  It was definitely enough pizza for 3 or 4 people.  They have a pizza with berries on it, which sounded pretty good.  Maybe next time.  The Bloody Mary was really good, but if it hadn't been adorned with bacon and green beans then I probably would have ordered the mimosas.  And it was huge, inducing a 2.5 hour nap when I got home.  The mango mimosa was better than the orange.  I think there may have been other types, but once I saw that my bloody mary was going to come with bacon, I got a little distracted.

I will definitely go back here!