duly noted: my ‘happy’ posts get fewer pageviews than my ranting, on-the-edge-of-the-cliff posts.
Good to know.
So this post will get 3 views then! it’s positively brimming with ease and flow. If you’re looking for a car accident, best to leave now. Unless i put something good in the subject line … Done!
today is day 75 (go, me!). old drinking buddy from North America is in town for one night (tonight), on his way through to go somewhere else interesting.
i literally sit my husband down and prep him in advance of dinner. “i don’t want him to make fun of me or give me a hard time for not drinking.” i tell husband, “watch out for me, and if necessary you may have to say something nice to deflect his jabbing/jeering. He’s a hard-core drinker this one. start at noon, pace yourself, drink all day. He is going to give me a hard time. I don’t to feel any pressure. Interest is fine, but no pressure.”
we go for dinner (me, husband, buddy). i order tonic water. You’re not drinking?
not at all?
I say: I stopped for awhile and realized that i felt better, and didn’t wake up at 3 am anymore. so i’ve decided to stop for good.
He says: yeah, we’re getting old. so on the train today they served us this omelet with sausage and orange juice …
and that was that.
can i say it again?
nobody cares. at all. not even a little bit. no one gives a rat’s ass that i’m not drinking. most people are so fucking self-involved that they could care less about how dynamically evolved i am becoming : ) this is said with sarcasm, of course. i’m relieved that he didn’t take a jab at me. i’m super pleased that i had tonic water and tea while he had (alone) a half liter of wine followed by 6 x 1 ounce shots of port.
ok. back to our regularly schedule program already in progress… where i’m doing great, thanks for asking : )