I could do a dark and stormy. I am out of cider , so that won't do. but I do have egg nog. all of these would mean moving and Dh has a pillow on my left arm , using it as a head rest.

If it is not a cat, it is a Matt

I think the only time my grandmother had alcohol was by accident. It was supposed to be lingonberry juice at one of her ladies' lodge teas. It had fermented. So you had all these drunken swedish ladies who had no idea what hit them.

One Christmas, you had my grandmother and an elderly friend of hers sitting together and chatting while everyone else was doing their own thing. My grandmother had the early stages of dementia and her friend was almost completely blind. They got totally hammered, because my grandmother couldn't keep track of how much they'd had and kept refilling their glasses, and her friend couldn't see what she was doing.

Not that either of them was driving themselves home, so I don't think anyone minded much.

Yep. That's basically what I mean by non-drinkers who have never been drinkers. I understand trying and not liking. I don't understand not trying alcohol before deciding, barring a family history of addiction.

I drink, but very rarely, and I've never been drunk. It's never held much appeal for me, I think largely because I'm too much of a control freak. (I have family members who didn't set the best example in this regard either, so it never really looked like that much fun.)

Meanwhile, this converssation is reminding me that we're out of Bailey's.

To be fair, if you're drunk you haven't been drinking in moderation. The question of whether you should at all times limit yourself what is moderate is separate from defining the terms.

There's the tale of the Greek god Apollo, whose sister Artemis once took him to task with the complaint, "You preach moderation, yet you let your own passions run away with you!" He replied, "I preach moderation in all things, including moderation."

I put a jigger of rum in my spiced cider, AIFG!

This has been my choice of late. I'm not a big drinker though. Two or more drinks in a evening happens about twice a year for me.

Tonight was the Chicago memorial service for the lighting designer I was assisting who passed away in October. It was a lovely service and I was holding it together until someone gave me a hug. Then I turned into a sloppy mess and had to flee.

OK, I'm now officially expecting a shiner in the morning. Just walked my eyebrow into an open cabinet door at full on speed. Ow.

DW punched herself in the mouth tonight when a bag she was hoisting lost its handle. She had to ice it and everything. Fat lip city! Here's hoping no one thinks I did it!

The shot was like a three for one, but I am good at shots. Ask Juliana.

However, it is cutting my night a bit short.

I prefer only scotch nights.

It's never held much appeal for me, I think largely because I'm too much of a control freak.

billytea is me.

largely because I'm too much of a control freak.

And for me, this is the reason I like alcohol. It lets me let go of that control impulse, even if just a bit. But it is also the reason I avoided most recreational drugs.

It's odd to see so many people automatically associate drinking with getting drunk. I drink because I like the taste of various drinks. Getting drunk is more of a bad side effect than the desired result.

I had a margarita tonight for 3 reasons:

1. Yummy. 2. $2.99 special. C'mon! 3. Hoping it would relax me a bit and help me sleep tonight.

Numbers 1 and 2 were a grand success. I shall report back on 3 tomorrow.

My sister and I always laugh after our check-ups. 1-2 a day? How many a week? Can I write in "Hardly ever but I'll get completely blotto once or twice a year"? That probably averages out to a drink or two a month.