dinner last night, group of 9 people.
mr: “where’s your glass?”
Me: (looking around for my tea cup) oh, it’s in the kitchen.
mr: “are you on or off?”
(he knows that i was off-alcohol the last time he saw me in May)
mr: “oh. next time i’ll check first, before i say i’m coming to dinner, to find out if you’re on or off. It’s not the same if you’re off.”
Me: (big smile, shrug with a ‘what can you do” look on my face. no explanation, no justification.)
Yes, at these group dinners, this one guy and i often *drank a lot* and could get quite loud and hilarious. So he’s missing his drinking buddy. (Thank god i knew enough from everyone else’s blogs to realize that his behavior was textbook stuff.)
But also, more tellingly, the last time i saw him in May, and i was off, he said then that he also wanted to cut back, felt he drank too often, living alone it was the only way to fill evenings, etc.
So i’m sure it sucked rocks for him to have me sitting there last night, cheshire cat-like, having a lovely time at dinner, sober. I didn’t try to *hide* that i wasn’t drinking. in fact, at dinner, while everyone else enjoyed the homemade cocktails, the champagne, the wine, and the grand marnier that i put on the table … I made a big pot of tea and put it on the table next to my plate, and over the course of the evening i proceeded to drink the entire pot.
not one single person gave a shit. except mr-lonely-drinker-why-do-you-have-to-be-my-mirror.
OK so i guess i’m still gloating. good morning day 19. I’ve never been here before 🙂