In my last post I may have given the impression that I think it's okay to "over-serve" yourself. I don't. I subscribe to Aristotle's approach "everything in moderation" which he came to interestingly after much debauchery... but I digress.
While many of my Christian friends abstain from drinking all together I was raised around social drinkers. Shockingly, my first beer was at roughly age 10. My German grandmother had saved the remainder of a keg of beer which had been used at our family reunion the previous day. She was a frugal soul and had a couple of pitchers in the fridge. She served it to us with the rest of the leftovers. I honestly don't think she considered if it was okay or not....it was only beer after all, and wasn't even pear flavored.
My next "drink" didn't come for a long, long time. During high school and my freshman year of college I didn't drink at all. I'm not going to bore you with the philosophical reasons for that but my sobriety was self-imposed. However, my Sophomore year in college during a holiday break the captain of my basketball team (we were practically the only people on campus during breaks) made a Tom Collins and gave it to me. Delicious (are you seeing a theme to my drinking?). Yum.
Since then I've gone through periods of heavy drinking (the rest of College, Law School and my first two years in Chicago) and periods of no drinking (pregnancy, breast feeding, toddler exhaustion). I don't drink alone (well, maybe once) and I don't generally "over-serve" myself. The other night I was careless but fortunately it was among friends, across the street from my house. When I was clearly over the edge I went home to bed without making a scene or an embarrassing spectacle. My kids just thought I was tired.
Bambi called me after my post and said, "By the way, you only had one Martini, lightweight." Since she wasn't really drinking, I will take her word for it.