Last night was the work Christmas party. Every year I forget about this one issue that really bugs me, and every morning after I spend in a rage wanting to stab something.
Alcohol.
Largely I don’t drink. At one point I did not drink at all, but every now and then I fancy a silly cocktail. I don’t get drunk, generally I don’t even notice if I’m tipsy because it’s very much like me being sober. Surrounded by good company, I can get giddy without the aid of alcohol.
Last night I had planned not to drink. I’ll be honest, I don’t really like the taste of alcohol. Sometimes I like just one sip of Craig’s beer, sometimes I want a silly cocktail that doesn’t taste of alcohol, but if you offer me a choice of OJ or a spirit with a mixer, I’ll take the soft drink every time. When I did drink (and I did, heavily) I drank solely to get drunk. I would have a double vodka with a Smirnoff Ice as the mixer and down it quickly so that I wouldn’t have to taste it. Not my finest moments, but at least I can write it off as being an idiot and very unhappy teenager.
Now I’m a very happy person, surrounded by lovely people, and I do not need to get drunk to blot them out. I want to remember my evenings out. I do not want to fall over, lose my shoes, leave my shirt at a bar or any of the stupid things I have done in the past.
Last night, as we approached the bar, Friend asked, “What are you drinking?” and I replied that an OJ would be lovely. Friend pulled a face and asked again what I was really drinking. I again said that an OJ was fine. Friend pointed out it was Christmas and I should “treat myself”. For the sake of a quiet life I asked for a Malibu and Coke. I really hate the “treat yourself” argument about alcohol. By the same logic I should start handing out my cigarettes to the non-smokers with the words, “Treat yourself, it’s Christmas.”
Later, Friend went to the bar again without me, I requested an OJ and was given another Malibu and Coke, which I deposited on a table and ignored all night. I then went to the bar myself and made sure my drink was devoid of alcohol.
In previous years I’ve had this conversation with someone we shall refer to as “Dickhead”.
Dickhead: What are you drinking?
Me: OJ.
Dickhead: Oh, are you driving?
Me: No. I just don’t drink. (This is back when I definitely did not drink, not even a little.)
Dickhead: Oh, why don’t you drink?
Me: Because I don’t want to.
Dickhead: No, really, why don’t you drink.
Me: Because I’m a recovering alcoholic, and they get cross if you turn up to AA meetings twatted.
Dickhead: Oh, really? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.
Me: I’m not an alcoholic, you twat. I just don’t drink.
Dickhead: Really? But why?
Me: Because I’m pregnant.
Dickhead: Oh! Congratulations, when are you due?
Me: I’M NOT PREGNANT, I JUST DON’T DRINK.
Dickhead: Surely there must be a reason.
Me: Ok, you forced it out of me, I’m actually a Muslim, but I don’t like to bring up religion in social settings.
Dickhead: Really? I guess that’s why you’re friends with [Asian Friend].
Me: For fuck’s sake! I’m not Muslim, I’m not pregnant and I’m not an alcoholic, I just don’t drink!
Dickhead: But why?
At this point, I walked off.
Dickhead is one thing, but Friend is another. Dickhead is just a dick, and can’t help that, he’s genetically programmed to be an arse, but Friend really should have respected my wishes about drink.
If someone does not want to drink, then they should not be forced to because other people believe it is impossible for anyone to have a good time without drinking. I’m 31 years old and tend to drink Schloer at parties in the hopes that people will assume it’s wine and not get on my case about lightening up and getting drunk.
Sometimes I flat-out tell people, “I lived with an abusive alcoholic for three years,” as a reason why I don’t drink and that only stops some of them. And to be honest, that’s very little to do with why I don’t want to drink. I just don’t want to. I don’t like it.
Right, I’m off for a smoke to calm down. Why don’t you come with me? You don’t smoke? Pfff! It’s Christmas. Treat yourself.