After “making (goal) weight” at Dr. C’s yesterday, we celebrated at my fav restaurant.
Knowing that wine is uber fattening and allergy-inducing, I thought a martini would be a better option. Appletinis are too yummy and a bit weak.
A straight up, respectable martini would make me sip it.
(In Sinatra’s voice)
“Doll, you may be a part a dah ‘Brat Pack’, but ‘cha can’t hold ya liquah…”
I should have stopped at 1.5.
Our server, Paco, from Spain, talked me into the chocolate martini that he makes for his “novia”.
It tasted good and went down a bit too fast.
Suddenly, I felt like I was on a morphine drip and outta my mind.
With all my surgeries, I have been on a cadre of pain killers over the years. Morphine I.V. is the King of them with a side of fanged-ape and melting-wall hallucinations.
The only drug that comes close sans hallucinations is alcohol.
Lord, it is strong.
Valium and the oopiods don’t even come close. More akin to aspirin-meh.
I was once told that if alcohol had to be classed today, it would be a type III, controlled substance- up there with morphine.
I believe it.
Most of it has cleared my system and I feel like a college newbie skunked by making my own gin and tonics for the first time.
40 pounds lighter and not used to a daily dose of alcohol, I got whammied.
I have heard of the 45 minute delay with alcohol but now I truly believe it.
Moving forward, I now know my limits.
11/2 clean martinis.
Just because it is in liquid form and socially acceptable, don’t underestimate its power.
Feeling a bit crunchy today…