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June 01, 2007

Sally and the Alcoholic Week

Last week, I completely broke character.

Normally, I drink a couple of glasses of wine a week. Tops. One of the local wineries sells splits of their most popular wines, so I get a couple every month or so and occasionally drink a glass of wine in the evening. Also, a margarita or a Pacifico on Fridays when we go to the Mexican restaurant. Moderate drinker is the term that would describe me, I think.

Except for last week.

I don't know what got into me last week, but here's my calendar, as seen through the bottom of a glass:

Tuesday - Met Napoleon at the brewpub for "a drink." Ended up having three pints of their Scottish Ale, a small pizza and a plate of nachos over the course of four hilarious hours. We laughed our asses off. Damn, I love that boy. He's such a great kid.

Wednesday- Glass of wine in the evening. As an act of rebellion, apparently. Also because my friend Maaike has discovered the joys of bookbinding and needs a cork to protect the point of her paper awl. And she doesn't drink. Enabler.

Thursday - One bottle of Pacifico at the Mexican restaurant because we were attending a wedding on Friday and wouldn't be able to have our weekly dinner there otherwise.

Friday - Wedding. Very nice (Though the bride said "obey," which made me twitch rather violently, and there was a lot of militaristic imagery in both the choice of scripture and the homily. And now I understand why the neo-cons are so het up about war. Because everybody who doesn't think like them is the enemy, according to the pastor, though he said it in very veiled terms. If you don't take a stand against evil - read anybody/thing different from the norm - you are supporting evil, was quite clearly his message. And by not taking a stand, he meant accepting those who are different from you. If you think people should be allowed to live their own lives and chase their own dreams, you are supporting evil.) I had three glasses of wine at the reception. To take away the taste of the homily, I guess. I didn't realize fundamentalists drank. But it was a hosted bar, so I guess they do.

Saturday - Tacoma. Celebrating Dave's birthday with friends there. I lost count, but I had somewhere around seven (possibly eight) glasses of red wine and two of champagne. Also a headache the next morning (as you may imagine). I'm still astonished that I didn't barf. I'm sure I deserved to. Though again, the drinking was over the course of five or six hours, and tempered with bottles of water here and there.

Sunday - Tacoma. Glass of white wine with dinner. Glass of port with dessert.

Monday - Glass of red wine. Just because.

Tuesday - No alcohol.

Wednesday - Glass of red wine with my egg salad, avocado and tomato pitas for dinner. Mmmm. Also, chocolate cinnamon spelt cookies. Yummy.

Thursday (yesterday) - No alcohol. No. Noo. Nooooooooooo. I am, as of right now, not interested in booze. And I don't think anything can get me there. Not for a while, anyway. I've just lost the taste for it.

I think it's time to focus on detoxing. No more likker for Sally for at least a week. Give the liver time to recover from the onslaught. I don't even think I can do a margarita tonight. Iced tea sounds like it's just about my pace.

Posted by sally at June 1, 2007 09:10 AM

Comments

Heeheehee! Sorry Sally, but thanks for the cork!

Posted by: Maaike [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 2, 2007 03:51 PM

...you type as you take a swig of your coffee/baileys combo. Geez girl! Way to bring in summer.

Posted by: Desiree [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 4, 2007 11:34 AM

Erm, you haven't gone off to an AA treatment facility have you? I'm starting to get a bit worried.

Posted by: Desiree [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 12, 2007 03:01 PM

I miss you too! I hope you are feeling better. Please come back.

Posted by: fire4hairlady [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 12, 2007 06:30 PM

Heather - I am feeling better. Look! A new entry!

Desiree - Now see, that's how rumors get started. I was actually at Promises Malibu with my new BFF LiLo. I had to go, the cats staged an intervention and poured all my Nyquil down the drain. But not to worry. I've got a contact with the groundskeepers. I'm fermenting the grass clippings from the organic, manicured lawns and should be my old inebriated self within a week.

Posted by: Sallyacious [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 12, 2007 07:09 PM

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