Had a lovely evening last night drinking wine with a friend whilst talking about every conceivable topic in a variety of drinking establishments ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous and yet this morning I woke up feeling like my soul had been sucked out of my nostrils, the sun wouldn’t shine and I’d never know what it would be like to be happy, EVER AGAIN.
I like wine but it became very apparent this afternoon when I stayed in bed until half past one convinced the world was out to get me and that I should just hide under the duvet until the meteor* hits, that wine doesn’t like me. I’ve recently taken to drinking a white wine spritzer in a tall glass which seems to lessen the effect but last night with my wine aficionado friend I decided it was a really good idea to switch to drinking it straight. Turned out to be a bad idea for a variety of reasons because it tasted like Ribena with an after taste of warm vinegar, although that may have been more of an indication of the quality of pub we were in, and it meant I woke up with a very fuzzy head this morning.
I think I’ve gone through the change, where wine becomes something to be savoured slowly and not overindulged in so that I don’t wake up the following morning wondering where the nearest tall building is.
That or I just need a new drink of choice…
* Exchange meteor for whatever world ending event the crackpot crazies think is heading our way.