It’s amazing how the brain can flip back and forth between two completely contradictory trains of thought.
Last night upon reentry into the world of “up north” (formerly known as party central), I felt some nostalgia for after-dinner-boat-ride wine, wine on the deck, wine with friends. And a little sadness about the whole situation.
Then today we had a brief visit from family and their big crew of guests. They were drinking, talking about drinking, and even had special hats made to commemorate the drinking (seriously). They had been up late enough the night before to see the sun begin to come back around. Yikes. It was fun talking with them (they were at the friendly, not yet obnoxious stage of inebriation) and I didn’t mind any of it at all, but wanted no part of what they were up to either. When they left I was happy to get on with my alcohol free day.
Then, a few hours later, I realized my husband was drinking beer. It turned out was on his fourth of the day (I asked). This place really does bring the drinker out in people. Anyway, he made it look so normal and healthy and no big deal. I suppose because for him that’s exactly how it is. Watching him made me question things for a moment.
And now I’m back to being ok again.
Happy Sober Saturday,