I am thinking of taking up drinking again. Drinking alcohol that is.
I’ve been pretty much a teetotaller (I had to google that word to see how to spell it and found a great wikipedia entry for it! There are just so many things I don’t know!) since my middle twenties. Back then, in my wayward youth (stop reading now Mum), I discovered that drinking until I vomited suddenly started to have much worse after effects than just a regular hangover. When you are young, drinking to excess on the weekends with a large group of friends and strangers is, of course, the only way to consume alcohol, so when that suddenly wasn’t fun any more I just stopped. Better to be sober and having fun than have one glass and want to keep on drinking, right?
I’ve had the odd drink here or there in the last um… 10 or so years (Who is busy doing the maths? Let me help you… 35) more to be polite than anything else and I will admit to having moments when I would have liked to get totally sloshed but I knew it just wasn’t worth the bother and for the most part it has been a non-issue. So why, now… in my ‘middle years’ …. am I suddenly thinking about alcohol?
Mid-life crisis! I can hear my father yelling it at his computer screen already, but no that’s not it….
I’m just curious. Lately I keep wondering what a little tequila buzz might do for my stress levels. Maybe the odd Mararita, a ‘Muppet’ (tequila and lemonade) or a tequila sunrise perhaps? (Yes yes I am a tequila fan – why waste time with the soft stuff when you can go straight to the crisp clear spirits? Plus I have a thing for Mexican food at the moment.) They might slow down my brain, make it chill out a bit. Switch off the over bearing parent part just for a moment or two… or three?
Another lure of inebriation is the social side. I am not thinking of buying my bottle of tequila at the supermarket with three screaming kids in tow and draining it on the couch while letting the kids brains be sucked out of their heads by watching yet another Disney princess movie. No, that’s not my idea of fun. It’s the daydream of a bunch of friends sitting around consuming nachos and a few margaritas together and giggling like school girls over nothing in particular that is strangely appealing right now…
Perhaps that is because with the ‘small child who never sleeps’ around, it is pretty much an impossible dream. Still it a slight tequila buzz seems like a nice place to be right now, who knows maybe it will flow through to my milk and make him sleep a bit?
I’ll make the Nachos who is bringing the tequila?