Last night, we went to a drinks thing, and watched everyone drink wine, and we had elderflower. It transpires there is only so much elderflower one can drink in an evening. I noticed how fast everyone drank alcohol, and the more they drank, the funnier they thought they were. My husband has often remarked in the past that I am not remotely funny when I drink, and last night I realised – watching people drinking – that drinking alcohol gives you the illusion that you, and other people drinking around you, are hilarious. In reality, they are quite uninteresting, and not their best selves. I was pleased to have gone to a social event, drunk alochol-free drinks, and not to have felt deprived, although we did leave much earlier than everyone else.
After choir rehearsal this evening, I had one tonic water with ice and lime in the pub before going home. I didn’t like being in a pub at all, and am not going to repeat that for a while. I didn’t feel like drinking; it was more that the whole exercise felt pointless.
Now peacefully cooking supper, the evening of Day 26.