Bend, OR...I need a cocktail!

Dad and I are in Bend, OR for the night after a looooong day of driving (about 11 hrs!). Once we made it to Bend, we checked in at the Holiday Inn and freshened up for dinner, getting to the restaurant (some italian place) around 8pm. Now, keep in mind we did cross a time zone today so technically it was 9pm to us. Once we'd been sat, the waitress came over with some bread and to take our drink orders. I ordered a glass of pinot grigio, to which she responded "Which kind?" and then listed two different kinds. I picked one (What do I care? I drank boxed wine for 4 years in college...I'll drink ANYTHING). Her next question threw me through a loop, "6 oz. or 10 oz.?" (I've never been asked this before!). Not being a lush like my mom (I'll get a pissy text as soon as she sees this...love you Mom!), I politely asked for the 6 oz. Then the waitress asked (in a very rapid manner!) for my ID, and I just as quickly replied "Ashley" before I realized what she was talking about. She gave me the strangest look while Dad burst out laughing (Cut me some slack! We'd driven 700 miles...it was really 9pm (almost my bedtime) to me...she just brought over warm bread and my lunch subsisted of pretzels, sunflower seeds, an apple and diet pepsi...GIVE ME A BREAK I NEED A DRINK!). After I realized my mistake I quickly dug out my license and said, "On second thought, I think I need the 10 oz." :)