Alright, if I’m honest it was more of a stumble than a wobble…
At 103 days we had international visitors descend on us and proudly present us with a bottle that “we brought all this way just to share with you. We went specifically to the cellar door to pick it up!”.
Oh crapsicles was my first thought, I didn’t warn them that I wasn’t drinking. My second thought was, what can it hurt? I did my 100 days, I’m not breaking that commitment.
What can it hurt?… well, even though not my worse enemy could have accused me of being drunk or even a bit tipsy, the following day after 4 people sharing a bottle of bubbles and then another over dinner, I felt like CRAP! I was slightly “off” all day, even a bit irritable. Crazy Cat Boy said he was the same.
I did the rest of the four day weekend as the designated driver out here in wine country, having a polite glass with dinner. We merrily waved our guests goodbye, hid all the wine they’d generously bought us over the extended cellar door tour we’d been on in the wine fridge out in the garage, and put ourselves firmly back on the wagon.
Lesson learnt, don’t let others sway your thinking. Honestly if I’d known them better I’d have told them straight out that I wasn’t drinking, but I don’t, so I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable – they are quite big drinkers who we met on a winery tour.
(If I’m being honest, I let almost complete strangers influence my thinking here, something that 20 years ago I would never have let happen… something I need to have a closer look at I think.)
I can truly say that life is way better without booze, a bit of me is very sad about that, but most of me hasn’t even realised that I’ve been going without, it’s become a new kind of normal here, and I’m ok with that.