hosting a client event yesterday, breakfast. i’m drinking OJ. the guy beside me is drinking champagne and OJ for the first time. he says to me “it’s all foamy on top, like there’s soap in the glass. is it supposed to taste like this?” hands me his glass, I take a big glug.
talk about a reflex!
his drink was fine. i handed it back to him and then said to myself: “stoopid, stoopid, stoopid.”
I quickly filled my glass with more OJ and drank it down. then i looked around for something stronger. Tea. drank some.
I waited. afraid that the wolf would be awakened by that mouthful.
shit, double shit.
there was only one small thought: “you’ve had some, you might as well have a glass now.”
i cornered my husband and quickly explained what had happened “i had a drink of champagne!”‘
he calmly said: you’ve had beer in pork stew, you’ve had beef baked in wine. it doesn’t mean anything.
i haven’t had a ‘drinking dream’ yet but i’ve had a strange near-miss in real life. the feeling of panic was a new feeling. “Oh my god i drank some alcohol, HELP!”
i had oj and tea and coffee and water for the rest of the day. at the end of the event there was a half-bottle of champagne left and i put it in the fridge for my husband to drink later. it was of no interest to me.
i don’t want to drink. that’s a great feeling.
and it’s a relief.