Not sure where that expression comes from. Can’t be bothered to Google it. Feel free to, if you’re interested…..
I’ve never been a big drinker. In fact, I can probably count on two hands (and maybe one foot) the number of times I’ve been falling-down-drunk and most of those would have been in my twenties. But, I have always been a social drinker and enjoyed a glass or three of rose wine, Prosecco, or maybe a G&T. Thursday nights are when my weekend starts and I’d become accustomed to starting my weekend with a glass in hand. Book Club is synonymous with a drink or two, and when we have friends over (back in the days when we could have friends over – remember those?) it would be the same thing.
And none if this is a problem whatsoever. I have never had any concerns about my drinking habits and have always known my limit (apart from those ten odd times I mentioned earlier). As I’ve got older, hangovers are far less easy to get over – how I used to be able to go to work, early, the morning after a night out, I have no idea – and so that in itself is enough of a deterrent not to overindulge. I’ve never been very keen on doing Stoptober or Dry January, feeling that I don’t drink enough to need to or that it would make that much difference to my health or weight to not drink for a month. So where am I going with this? “Is there a point?” I hear you ask. Yes. Give me a chance.
Towards the end of the summer, I began to find that even just the odd glass of wine was leaving me feeling a bit rubbish – tummy ache, headache, generally just a bit crap – so I decided to lay off it for a bit. I didn’t really have any strong feelings about it. It wasn’t a big decision to stop drinking. (I think it would have been harder if I’d discovered that eating bread made me feel rubbish, that would really have caused me some angst.) It was never a long term plan; just a few weeks to see how I got on. After a couple of weeks had gone by, I thought I’d have a glass of wine to see how I felt – I think Book Club was on the horizon, like a little oasis in the desert of my social life, and I was testing the waters (or the wine) – and lo and behold it made me feel rubbish. Just one glass! Quite annoying. Not wanting to go to Book Club empty handed and just drinking tap water all night, I had a look for a fizzy water or something a bit more interesting in the supermarket. I chanced upon a “No-G-G&T” premixed bottle in M&S. With some ice and lemon in, it was very drinkable. And it took nearly all night for anyone to spot that I wasn’t “drinking”. Probably because it’s no big deal and we are all grown ups and there is no pre-requisite to Book Club that you have to drink. Let’s face it, there’s no pre-requisite that you have to read books! But it was interesting, from my perspective, that I clearly seemed to be having just as good a time as when I did have a glass of wine in my hand.
And that’s the crux of it. I realised that the thing I had thought I would miss was not the thing that I actually missed. I didn’t miss the alcohol per se, but I did miss the glass in my hand; the ritual of it – perhaps like a reformed smoker might miss having something to do with their hands or the ritual of an after dinner fag (grim). So, I have done some research, spoken with Mrs L (who has been a non-drinker for a few years now) and I have been enjoying an array of different alcohol-free beverages: fizzy and non-fizzy wine, gin, cocktails. Some have been more palatable than others. Some have been so good I have been lulled into feeling like I’ve been drinking drinking. It’s all about the glass you use, the additions to the no-gin gin and the ritual of it all. I am excited to go out now (not just because we’ve been so restricted) to see what non-alcoholic offerings there are on menus and I have no qualms about my drink costing as much as a full-alc version. Why should I? I’m not going to sit with a tap water and be miserable. I had a couple of fantastic AF cocktails a month or so ago when we were out with friends and they really made the night for me (the cocktails, although the friends were pretty great too).
I think my timing has been good – if I’d gone AF a few years ago I think I would have struggled. There is so much more of a market for these drinks now and I am thoroughly enjoying trying them out. And no more feeling rubbish (well not from drink anyway!)
Bottoms up.