Work. Busy again, lots of non verbal zombies, buying stuff for bbqs that might happen. The obsession with them never ceases to amaze. I have only been to a couple that have been fun or successful. Either you get undercooked or overcooked food, granted its always a good excuse to get deep in your cups, but I guess it's just not for me... The days when I still got drunk to any degree I much preferred going to a pub.
The last time I got anything like tipsy was when we were at Butlins in February, blame the red wine ( always a bad idea with me) In fact apart from the odd drink on a Tuesday I don't much bother.We have lots of drinks at home, and apart from the odd addition to a coffee most of sits untouched.
I look back now and realise that I drank my hardest when I was unhappy, uncomfortable and under the most pressure. It enabled me to be more social, but I wasn't in my comfort zone. I guess now I am. Or maybe its just now I don't really care, if people like me or not. It didn't really get me anything but false friends, who were nice to my face. You live and learn...
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