Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Mommy's A Wino
Drinking's not my thing.
Never has been. Even back in the day (college), I didn't particularly enjoy it. Alcohol just doesn't taste good. And as my metabolism slows down to the pace of an 80-year-old woman....with a walker....and a wooden leg...trying to cross a busy street, I have to be choosy about my calories. I'd much prefer blowing my ration on chocolate, thankyouverymuch.
But the other day, hubby popped open a bottle of wine that some friends brought over — in December.
It was a Friday, by which time I'm usually toast after the week's shenanigans. So, I let him pour me a glass. And then another. No joke, I actually plugged my nose — just like my kids do when I make an unpalatable dinner they have to choke down to be allowed dessert — and slugged it down.
Had a nice little buzz going, enough to make watching a 17-year-old flick ("Rookie of the Year") for family movie night a lot more entertaining.
The next day, Middle Child and I are at a retreat for her first communion. The teacher was talking about bread and wine at mass. Up shoots her hand and what should come tumbling out of her mouth but this, "My mommy drinks wine! She had three glasses last night!"
As the other parent sat around chuckling, I was just thankful she didn't catch me knocking back a fourth.