Teetotalling eradicates pesky friendships
Mar. 3rd, 2007 | 10:00 am
Not-drinking has ended my social life.
Seriously. It's like announcing you are a leper, quitting. I have not one single drinking-friend who can deal.
When I said I was not-drinking, I got bought many shots. Sudden generosity. I was encouraged to have one when Bee was not present because we all know I only quit due to Crazy GF having to. She's the one with the problem. Because getting wasted and becoming a sobbing mess 4 times a week, often in public is so glamorous and good for the soul. And the hangovers in my 8 o' clock class. I am brilliant and witty!
I asked that booze not be brought in my house, and my dearest friend walked home and returned with a Mason Jar of wine which she then offered to others. When it was empty she walked home to refill it and bring other Mason Jars for the rest of the people who were peevish and put out due to lack of buzz. At 3 in the afternoon.
It's like we can't be the Algonquin Round Table of Podunkville unless there is gin. And frankly, that is true because un-drunk, watching my lovelies interact is boring. It's only when there is a thick coating of cocktail magic that it all shimmers and seems bright and shiny.
Seriously. It's like announcing you are a leper, quitting. I have not one single drinking-friend who can deal.
When I said I was not-drinking, I got bought many shots. Sudden generosity. I was encouraged to have one when Bee was not present because we all know I only quit due to Crazy GF having to. She's the one with the problem. Because getting wasted and becoming a sobbing mess 4 times a week, often in public is so glamorous and good for the soul. And the hangovers in my 8 o' clock class. I am brilliant and witty!
I asked that booze not be brought in my house, and my dearest friend walked home and returned with a Mason Jar of wine which she then offered to others. When it was empty she walked home to refill it and bring other Mason Jars for the rest of the people who were peevish and put out due to lack of buzz. At 3 in the afternoon.
It's like we can't be the Algonquin Round Table of Podunkville unless there is gin. And frankly, that is true because un-drunk, watching my lovelies interact is boring. It's only when there is a thick coating of cocktail magic that it all shimmers and seems bright and shiny.