Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend...

“Ingratitude is treason to mankind.” James Thomson

Friday 29 July 2011

I really should try to learn.

Despite having grown up in the States during the Just Say No era*, it turns out I am not very good at saying no, and despite my best efforts (jimjams wardrobe, general dishevelment, allowing my communication skills to atrophy until social intercourse is prohibitively trying for all involved), I seem to have a social life and friends and a fair amount of interaction which involves alcohol. Apparently I cannot refuse alcohol.

I belong to a group of Ladies in my neighbourhood who sing together. Yes. I have finally achieved the status of suburban singing matron, which, if I am honest, has been my life's goal along with eating in nice restaurants and antiquing. Ah middle age, where have you been all my life?

The singing Ladies drink wine. I love wine, but I am not very good at it. My increasingly elderly metabolism is easily bedrunkified and I can't be counted on to maintain any decorum at all. Don't even get me started on spirits. I can drink a little real ale with some dignity, if I can get past the feeling of looking like a hod carrier in a dress.

I'm feeling a bit fat and exhausted, which I put down to regular alcohol consumption. It must stop. I have no confidence that I can Just Say No and am searching for a passive way to get people to stop offering it to me. It seems mean to just stop bringing wine to rehearsals. Maybe bring a bottle of soda water instead? Hang a sign around my neck? Antabuse?

I'd like to join a book club as well, but it could kill me.

*...or perhaps because of it. I am contrary.


  1. hey! you're back! yay!

    worry not, i also cannot say no to wine. i have (finally) learned to say no to hard liquor (after far too many bad bad rides) but wine, oh its siren song, it wraps my heart in joy and i am lost. what i've found is that if i want to remain relatively sober and upright and all that boring stuff, i just order beer, because i don't like it enough to drink it quickly and thoroughly.

    i've also managed to make peace with my relationship with wine. it's ok. it's fine. it must be. right? right?

  2. Hi pc!

    I rather like beer and am prone to gulping in a rather greedy way, but the end result is still usually better than a wine misadventure, especially in the sinus department. Yet another pleasure sullied by the ravages of time!!