According to my French husband us Brits like to have a beer in hand as it helps us to “balance” – in picture above was dealing with severe hangover so he could have a point.
Temperatures in Cape Town have plummeted to an icy 16 degrees so must switch hemispheres without delay as do not function well in cold weather. Brrrr!
Flight to Nice booked for Monday. Flight will be interesting as it will be my first sober flight in many years. My usual routine for travel as follows:-
- Arrive (sober) at airport – check in – head straight to lounge for free drinks
- On plane – take off – whisky before dinner
- Dinner plus wine
- Drink after dinner – more wine
- Swallow sleeping pill
- Wake up thirsty at 3am – find water & orange juice
- Wait for breakfast and coffee
- Arrive – feeling surprisingly OK
Was obviously aware that altitude causes alcohol to be more potent but always saw that as a good thing.
Monday’s flight will be very different – am planning to bury head in highly recommended South African novel
Have enrolled in “How to Quit Drinking” seminar in London on July 4th as may need “reinforcement” by then. In any event will be able to write it up “for the blog” – that’s the funny thing about blogging – ideally blog should reflect life but one starts to wonder “maybe I should do that so that I can blog about it?” – a variation on “life imitating art”? Was amused to see that the seminar is followed by drinks in a pub – some kind of test perhaps?
Will be meeting Son for dinner in evening who says he is looking forward to celebrating Independence Day with my independence from alcohol – very droll.
Was fascinated to see that there is now a “dry bar”in London – fabulously named “Redemption” – they may be onto a winner as apparently 32% of Londoners do not drink. I was amazed by this statistic – London has always felt like party central to me but perhaps I was the only one partying – worrying. Am busy trying to persuade sober-buddy Charles who is in restaurant business that he must open a “dry bar” in Capetown.
I now wander round supermarkets picking up random soft drinks – looking for “the one” – a bit like internet dating I suppose. Most of these drinks are disgusting but have found one with potential – Kombucha. It is fermented tea (sounds horrible but it’s not) – it’s a golden colour and slightly fizzy and tastes quite delicious. When I googled it I found a request for “crowdfunding” from some guys in Bristol who want to brew it so perhaps have stumbled on the next big thing.
Took myself and chihuahua June to favourite sushi bar yesterday. Young lady approached us brandishing two bottles of wine. She asked me if I would like to taste the wines.
“No thank you sweetie, I don’t drink”. She smiled and wandered off leaving me feeling a bit stunned. Did I really say that? Well I guess its true after 34 AF days and still going strong.
Will close with one of my favourite quotes from Robert Downey Jr.
“I don’t drink these days. I am allergic to alcohol and narcotics. I break out in handcuffs”