I drank too much last night.
I wasn’t trying to get drunk, I just really love wine. And when you’re at a social gathering, it’s just so much more comfortable to have a drink in your hand, and yes, I could have opted for water, but that wasn’t out. I would have actually had to ask for it…
So here I am, another Sunday afternoon, nursing a headache. I was laying in my darkened bedroom trying to take a nap, when my lecture to myself starting playing through my head and I thought it might be helpful to get it down on “paper.”
Honestly, I don’t even think I was drunk last night. I think I’m developing an allergy to wine, or maybe it’s just old age, but it seems like I’m inevitably hung over the next day if I have more than one or two glasses.
Which, I suppose, means I should cut myself off at one or two glasses…
It doesn’t help that I unknowingly ate raw chicken (long story, but I do mean raw) and Ray’s fix was to drink alcohol because it would kill the germs. Man, I hope it worked. All I know is my stomach’s rolling and I don’t know if it’s Sauvignon or salmonella.
Next Saturday night I will do better. Father M may be coming to dinner. Perhaps that will help my restraint?
What are those fruits again?