It’s Australia Day in my little patch of the world and along with all the controversy around the day itself, something I’m not going to get into here, it’s also a long weekend where getting blind (Aussie term for very drunk) is considered obligatory. It’s downright un Australian not to write yourself off apparently.
We are off to friends for lunch and I’m writing this from the comfort of my bed, but on the kitchen table sits a very nice bottle of red wine. I put it there last night to remind me to take it today as a gift for our hosts. However, Crazy Cat Boy has been giving me weird looks and I can see his mind churning… “Is that for us, are we drinking today? What about this year off thing she was on about?”
The answer is no, I won’t be drinking today (I’ve got Kombucha in the fridge to take for me), and the great thing is that I also won’t get any stick from this set of friends about not drinking. One thing I’ve noticed over the years is that my gay mates are always completely accepting of other peoples decisions. I might get a polite inquiry as to why no booze, but I certainly won’t get grilled like I have been in other circumstances.
Last week I was staying in old home town with Super Sammie and caught up with a few friends for dinner…. one dear friend spent about 20 minutes hanging shit on me for not drinking and then pulled me aside later to seriously ask me if I was sick – Nope, not dying, just not drinking! LOL.
I’m looking forward to today, for once I’ve got the right outfit, it’s no longer stupidly hot here and I’ll happily handover the wine to hosts and drink my Kombucha while eating too many sausages and possibly getting mildly sun burnt… it’d be un Australian not to! 😉