Graduation is this weekend. Lots of parties. Drinking will be involved, of course. I haven’t really told many people that I quit. I sort of dread the constant explaining of why I’m not drinking, but whatever.
I was always the one sneaking a drink or tasting this or that and always always always had a drink in my hand. No exceptions. So I will find a glass and put my soda water in it and hopefully draw less attention to myself.
Dear ole hubs is still drinking his life away. We went out to a restaurant at 2 pm for a late lunch. He started drinking. He didn’t stop until somewhere around midnight. He seems fine with drinking that much. It’s just not for me anymore. I need my liver.
He finally quit pressuring me to drink. At least for now. I do wonder how I will handle one of our beach trips that we take throughout the year. It’s usually drinking mimosas till noon. Beer at lunch. Shots of tequila by 5. Then sipping on something till bedtime and then wake up and repeat. Three to five days of this 4-6 times a year. I would like to know how to replace that with something positive. Just don’t know what.
Oh well. I will worry about that later. Let’s get through this weekend first.
Congratulations to all the graduates out there! Good job, y’all!
I just finished my first year of going back to school. As a southern woman, I don’t usually curse. It’s just not in my nature. But I would like to give a personal “F – U!” to my English teacher. Two semesters of school. My only B. What an asshole. An 89??? Really??? I hope that bastard sleeps well at night.
My old self would have drank that away. I’m an overachiever. I should be thrilled with a B. Oh well. Today, I just sit back on my porch with a cold soda and say “Bless his heart.”