I wanted a drink tonight.
This weekend was full of entertaining, housework, running around picking up stuff for the entertaining, cooking, baking, unexpected company, and several food disasters. I made it through the entire weekend without even a desire for a drink, but tonight after the last guest left and the boyfriend packed it in and was in bed by 9 pm, and I was cleaning up and making my lunch for tomorrow, I wanted a drink. So instead, I made fruit salad.
I cut, peeled, cored, washed all the fruit I could find in my house. I put music on and headphones in. I started going through the mental checklist of n/a drinks that I have in the house to see what appealed to me. Nothing. I wanted a drink.
In the past an evening like this would definitely have involved bevvies. As soon as the boyfriend went to bed I would have switched from wine to vodka, or maybe spiced rum. I would have been sitting here right now drinking whatever it was straight, staggering to bed way later than I should, to have a crappy sleep and go to work hungover on a Monday. Instead, I made fruit salad and tomorrow’s lunch. I thought about how close I am to 100 days and how I’ve been through cravings and urges a lot worse than the one tonight, and I made tea and thought about what I’d write on here.
Tonight I wanted a drink, but I didn’t have one because I knew it wouldn’t be just “a” drink or “just tonight”, and I’m going to bed way later than I should, but That’s ok.