Let me explain my history with alcohol.
I refused to drink until I turned 21 because I was all over being pretentiously holier-than-thou during college. In a cute and approachable way, of course.
When I turned 21 I had a margarita and some wine coolers. And by “had” I mean I sipped and gagged and was convinced that I was allergic to alcohol.
For the next year I dated a fraternity guy and went to a few parties with him. I’d have, at most, 2 glasses of something and be convinced that I was drunk as a skunk. I would also insist that I was hungover the next morning because according to that month’s Cosmo greasy food was the cure for a hangover. And I will fake hangovers if it means I get to order a BLT and tater tots for breakfast.
I drank a sample glass of wine at a recent bridal event after which I was once again convinced that I was plastered.
Basically, even if I did enjoy alcohol I can’t tolerate it so it has never seemed like something that would be a part of my life.
Then things changed.
Mark and I had dinner with one of our favorite couples ever and they gave me a glass of merlot. And I drank. Like, a lot. Well, a lot more than I normally drink. And I got this truly delightful buzz.
A few days later I decided we should have some of that “on hand”, you know, “just in case”.
So I bought 3 bottles.
Then the snow hit Nashville and we didn’t have much of anything to survive on. Other than wine that I had recently bought and that we had forgotten we had. And by the end of the weekend we had drank nearly every alcoholic beverage in the house. Or at least it seemed like we had.
We were having oven pizza and wine for nearly every meal. It was like we went on vacation to the snowy part of Italy. And it was awesome.
Boozing it up is totally cool when you’re stuck in the house with no where to go. But when you’re getting ready for work and you’re wondering “Oooh, a glass of wine would make this morning better!” then I’m pretty sure you have a problem.
I think I have a problem.
*just for clarification (Mom) I am not really turning into an alcoholic. And I don’t think alcoholism is funny. I do think it’s funny that I went from puking at the thought of alcohol to almost replacing my morning cup of coffee with it.