This is in no way to be construed as a lecture but if you'll remember I told you I had a lot to say and we might as well get the "booze" out of the way. After all, I've already tackled religion so what the hey.
I don't drink and haven't for many, many years. I don't care if you drink, though.
I don't have an issue with booze and neither does my husband - he's a teetotaler, too. Boy, didn't you think that had an "a" in it? Tea - totaler? Someone who only drinks tea? That's not what my spell check said, tho', and I totally trust it so . . .
Oops, digressing again.
My husband has a lot of allergies and alcohol used to make his ears turn red and stuff up his nose so he "stepped away from the bar." Not that he visited it anyway but you get my meaning.
I did all my drinking as a teen - 16 to 19. I smoked then too.
I realized some time ago that when I did have an occasional drink, it made me feel like shit the next day. If I'm going to spend time on the couch, I want to have a book in my hand or be watching a rerun of Law and Order. It just didn't make sense and stuff has to make sense to me.
I also feel that if I wanted something to drink that tasted good, there are plenty o' bevs to choose from that don't have alcohol in them. Like Diet Vernor's.
Also, I've never needed a "belt" to help me relax in social settings. No shrinking violet here.
Here comes the part that might sound judgmental but, honestly, I don't mean it that way. I'll give you your 20s to do the stupid stuff - maybe into your 30s - but if you're still getting shit-faced after that - so much so that you embarrass yourself and everyone else around you and don't remember a damn thing the next morning - you need to think about putting the bottle down. Just sayin'
I have no tolerance for people who have had too much to drink and try to engage me in fascinating conversation. While you're blabbing on and on (and possibly spitting into my face), don't be surprised after you come out of one of your really slow blinks when I'm NOT THERE anymore. I chose that moment to get the hell out of the corner you backed me into.
Too harsh? Too bad. Now, where's that bottle of Diet Vernor's?