Ok I confess.
The past 2 months, I have been drinking alcohol at home. After hours. When the world has gone to sleep. A Whisky Dry here. A Stella Artois there. Even Absolut in my Orange Juice. For starters, no worries about Drink Driving and whether that miserly bartender put in only half a peg of the good stuff into your glass overflowing with ice and mixer.
I went grocery shopping just now. And it suddenly hit me that my trolley was filled with beverages. No fruits and veggies or meats and fish. Instead, a 6-pack of Schweppes Extra-Dry Tonic Water for the Bombay Sapphire. Some Lime Coke because I intend to finish that 3/4 bottle of Jim Beam still lying on the shelf. 4 litres of OJ and 8 cans of Redbull for the 3 bottles of Vodka left (I had 6 at one point). And a carton of Soda Water..errr..on standby.
The Chivas and Southern Comfort I take on the rocks. I haven't yet progressed to the Single Malt Scotch-es. Too expensive.
Strangely my collection of wine has been left untouched. Vino must be enjoyed with good company. Not to be gulped down alone infront of the telly.
I spent half an hour re-reorganising my fridge just now. Packing the different cans and brands in a systematic way. Much like library books. By far the hardest to stuff were the 8 bottles of Perrier Lemon and the 4 bulky cartons of Florida All-Natural OJ. Because standing shoulder-to-shoulder on the bottom shelves (and veggie compartment) are the Hoegaardens, Heinekens, Stellas and 2 bottles of Erdinger Darks left over from last year's Oktoberfest.
But, and that is a big BUT, I am almost always sober. Nope, no waking up late for work with a spliting headache and staggering into office in a half druken stupor. Maybe that's because I wake up at 11am most days =))
Next week, I am making Sangria!
Hic!Should I be worried?
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