Friday, 7 March 2008

Falling off wagons

Last night was my first red wine in, now what seems like, ages. A bottle that was given to us and kept winking at me. I kept thinking about it and in the end I thought this is stupid, I am not going to make a big deal out of it. So I brought along bottle and glass to dinner with Mr Doris and explained my actions. He said moderation was the key.

Later when again he heard the chink of bottle against glass he looked at me with a smirk and eyes that said what about the old moderation. Thinking of my whitening teeth I reckoned if I polished off the wine in two sittings then it'd be gone, and not too much wear on my teeth. Same idea for kids and sweets - far better to have a load of sweets in one go and then brush the teeth than continual sweet sucking.

A few jolly phone calls later and I dread to go back this morning and see what is left in the bottle. I ended up spewing into a convenient plastic lined waste paper bucket with Mr Doris bravely stroking my back. The whole thing is disgusting. And what is as bad is that I was in no fit state to brush my teeth before bed so that stuffed the whole idea of drinking more and brushing afterwards.

Well, I'm brushed now and head feeling sore. And feeling dumb. And thinking of the lessons learned.

6 comments:

Steg said...

Oh, that takes me back! Talking to God on the great white telephone....

Alka-seltzer, hon?

Josephine said...

Awww...the phone call was certainly jolly!!! However, you were actually making a lot more sense than you thought you were, even though you were lacing the conversation with descriptions of how the room was swimming!!!

Doris said...

LOL Steg .... I just checked and me telephone is black ;-) Sounds like you are good boy now but I bet you aren't really?! ;-)

And Jo, I fear you are being polite but so glad I made some sense even though the room was not behaving as it ought.

Anji said...

Could you buy half bottles instead?

Chandira said...

ROFLMAO... I seem to remember reading about you doing that a while ago too, wasn't that when you went to Germany? Didn't you learn that lesson back then, too? ;-)

Yeah, that's the trouble, isn't it? Once you have one, all reason why not to have another goes out the window, (and then down the toilet..)
Hope you're feelig better by now. :-)

Chandira said...

PS, I'm glad you have Mr Doris to help you barf.. Aw.. That's love. I think Robert would just leave me to it. ;-)