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Social events without alcohol are always a little awkward…or are they?
Our neighborhood kicked off Labor Day Weekend with a happy hour pizza party shindig tonight.
I was a little apprehensive about going, because I used to hate social situations without alcohol.
You feel like you’re the only one not drinking. Which was actually true tonight. (I think.)
I even entertained the idea of staying home with one of my kids who had a cold.
But I sucked it up and headed over, water bottle in tow.
Most of my friends there knew I wasn’t drinking, but no one mentioned it.
At one point I was sitting out on the deck with my friend Stephanie.
I picked up her wine glass and inhaled the lovely scent of Sauvignon blanc.
“Mmmm,” I said. “Maybe I should just cheat and have a glass.”
“NO!” she said. “You are not cheating on my watch! And if you’re going to cheat, it’s going to be at Sam Hunt.”
Ahhh yes. Sam Hunt.
A group of us from the neighborhood are going to see country singer Sam Hunt in concert in a few weeks. I believe it will be on Day 27 or 28 of my alcohol detox.
We are planning to go all-out for this excursion– renting a party bus, wearing matching shirts, cowboy boots…the whole nine.
I hadn’t really thought about this concert when I abruptly decided to go thirty days without alcohol.
So what’s a girl to do?
Well, I can honestly say that I’m debating it. I may drink. I may not.
Although I’m not sure an all afternoon/evening drinking event is the right occasion for me to start boozing again after an extended break.
My tolerance will be low, I will DEFINITELY get a hangover, and I probably won’t want to stop drinking after one or two drinks.
I still have some time to figure this one out.
Back to the pizza party story…
As I sit here at home now that it’s over, I really feel like it was no different than if I had been drinking.
I enjoyed myself just as much. I still hung out with my friends. I still had to watch my kids running around outside.
I still found myself annoyed at my husband when he wanted to stay.
I still made the same decision to stay a little later than I had planned with the kids, which, I used to think was because I was drinking and didn’t want to leave.
Turns out, I still didn’t want to leave even when I was sober!
So that was interesting.
One thing I do notice is I have zero desire to stay up late and hang out at a point in the night when everyone else is drunk.
Beginning of the night when people are buzzed and having a good time, sure. That’s fine.
Drunk and slurring? Not interested!
I think that’s understandable, though.
That’s how it was when I was pregnant. I can hang around people drinking up to a point.
Most of it is probably jealousy that I can’t be drinking with them, I’m sure.