I have sadly more or less turned into a teetotaler these days. I'll occasionally have one drink when at a gathering of friends for a celebration of some sort, but I just don't drink any more.
Now, since S can't have alcohol because of her liver, we don't keep any alcohol of any kind in the house.
Since I live with a non-drinker (The Boy stopped drinking in college at the same time he gave up weed; he figured that maybe alcohol would gateway him back into smoking pot, and he wanted to avoid that), I don't drink very much at all these days. It's not worth it to open a bottle of wine just to have a glass or two, because even with a vacuum thingy that will make the rest of the bottle palatable the next day, I generally don't drink it the next day, and then it goes bad over time.
And (sorry if this comes across as TMI), at BDSM parties, alcohol is generally verboten, because putting whips and chains and other owie things in the hands of someone who's inebriated is a Very Bad Idea. So a lot of my social events are alcohol-free these days.
Which amuses the hell out of me, because when I belonged to the Freak-Ass Church, we all drank Hemingway-esque amounts, more nights of the week than not.
Church = boozehounds; kinky people = teetotalers. Go figure. My life is nifty.
How do you stand the stuff?
Why you gotta be such a water hater?
I don't drink a lot these days either, because I live alone, and come from a family where drinking alone was always the first step on the road to alcoholism.
I agree that water has a taste. You should taste the water from where I grew up! Mmmm, metallic. But I like the taste.
It's not worth it to open a bottle of wine just to have a glass or two,
See, that's where beer is so handy. Individual serving sizes!
It's not worth it to open a bottle of wine just to have a glass or two,
See, that's where beer is so handy. Individual serving sizes!
Heh. Fair point. And I do occasionally have a beer; it's just that it generally doesn't occur to me, since The Boy doesn't drink with me.
How do you stand the stuff?
NUMMY!
he gave up weed
All I will say on this subject just now is that, while I really need to quit smoking cigarettes for so many, many reasons, I absolutely refuse to lead a vice-free life.
The wine shop that opened across the street from D's daycare (oh Brooklyn I love you so much) has single-serving box wine. I haven't had the opportunity to try it yet, but the owner assures me that it's "better than you'd expect...definitely drinkable." Next time I go for a picnic in the park I'ma pick up a few.
It's not worth it to open a bottle of wine just to have a glass or two
It seems like English, and yet?
Although, admittedly, now that I can get wine at TJ's (which wasn't possible in MD) and I'm spending a lot less per bottle, I feel a lot less guilty about it.
