Last evening, I had meant try to stop by jinwicked’s birthday party.
It was at 8:00, and I’d had a 2:00 wine tasting to attend in Kemah. I’m usually reluctant to attend alcohol consuming events that involve driving, and I quite often take cabs if I know I’ll be drinking. I reasoned that wine tastings usually involve smaller than normal wine glasses and I had six hours and it was at friends’ and I could hang out until I felt OK.
Come 7:15, I decide I’d better head on over to Dave and Buster’s (~45-50 miles). Leaving the wine tasting, I felt fine. I had no urge to crank up the radio, I wasn’t giddy, felt no desire to dance or make lascivious comments.
But as soon as I got on the highway, I realized I just could not get my damn eyeballs to do the teamwork thing.
I quickly surmised that 45 or so miles holding one hand over my left eye wasn’t going to be feasible. And the first cop to see that drive by was going to know he had one.
So I pulled into a Pappasitto’s (Tex-Mex chain) and went to the bar to order a cup of coffee. For the next two and a half hours, I drank coffee (I tipped the bartender $1 every time he refilled my cup - I spent $16) and watched hockey (who is Bobby Hull?) on a silent TV, while slowly extending my visual reach.
First, I got the bar to stop moving. That took almost an hour. Then I started working on focussing on the people out in the dining area. Finally, I spent almost another hour convincing myself that I could track cars on the freeway outside.
Damn! I hate that! I actively avoid drinking and driving. I do drink. I do drive. I can usually manage to avoid doing both at similar times. I take a lot of taxicab rides. And I haven’t driven while drunk in many years. But a set of circumstances cropped up.
So, anyway, I did finally remount the steed and drive home in a, by then, fairly eyes bright state.
For the moralists out there, yes, I felt like a pit bull’s chew toy all day today.
And that’s not to mention the wine I bought. Yes, it was that kind of wine tasting. Everybody else was quite relieved when I ponied up. Well, it’s my friend’s sister’s new job, which she needs to make work.
I rarely drink wine. I’ve done my Christmas shopping. For a couple of years.