Day 2: Alone with my soda water surrounded by exquisite glasses of wine
Still at the very optimistic stages of this feeling-oh-so-good-about-myself cleansing, it was easy-peasy to breeze past the tray full of beautiful wine glasses and ask for a soda water. The college parent networking meeting was in full swing at an up-market restaurant still decked out with holiday décor. The soda water request threw them off their routine, but they quickly sent a waiter running back to the bar returning with a big, bubbling glass topped with a twist of lime.
The deep crimson in the very tall and exquisitely thin wine glasses looked like the neighborhood I wanted to be playing in, but I didn’t stumble. I embraced the soda water in the chunky tumbler and relished the fact that I wouldn’t have to ‘pace’ myself. As the evening progressed, others started waving off the eager topping-up service, while I sipped on … and on the bottomless soda concerned only about the location of the restrooms.
The evening was short. The temptations short-lived. It was the perfect first adventure ‘out’ into the real world. Conversation wasn’t impacted by the light social imbibing. It did make me look forward to that first event where everyone else quietly slides into an alternate fuzzier, slipperier reality and become objects of entertainment to the sober observer.
Stay tuned …