We had a social obligation tonight. Three hours of wanting to be somewhere else, unfortunately. And I told someone I “don’t drink wine anymore.” It just slipped out when she asked what I was drinking and mentioned knowing how much I love wine. I apparently am difficult to recognize without a wine glass in my hand. I could tell she felt uncomfortable with the conversation after that and I couldn’t figure out what to say next. Awkward.
I drove the tipsy husband home. That was cool. But I enjoy drinking with him, so that part’s a bummer.
I do miss wine on nights like this. But I’ll be happy not to have a hangover tomorrow morning.
And there was cake. Really good cake.