“um… water for me, thanks.”
It’s bad enough that I’m as socially awkward as I am. Not drinking just makes it more obvious.
It’s difficult to put into words how much I abhor alcohol. I can understand it on a small level — a drink at a wine and cheese, or a glass of champagne to celebrate something — where I will generally at least hold a glass and pretend to sip it. Still I wonder what’s so great about this vile tasting stuff when some tea would do just as nicely.
Meghan called me an old man yesterday because I ordered Earl Grey at the Route One.
Once I said to somebody that I just didn’t like the taste, to which he replied, “Buddy, it ain’t about the taste.” Well, more accurately “budddaaaae, i’ ainnn aboo the taast”, through glazed over eyes while tripping over a chair. At least that was my impression.
Considering anything with alcohol immediately costs twice as much as any other drink you care to name, tastes infinitely worse, and does nothing but embarrass people when it does anything at all, why would I want to drink it?
In the interest of full disclosure, there was one bottle of champagne a certain somebody and I shared that has the distinction of being the only alcoholic drink I have ever had that was, actually, not bad. I maintain that it was a complete fluke.
The reason I bring all this up is that there is a particular person running in the current provincial election who I once had to drive home, drunk off their ass, from a neighbour’s party. My mom claims that having the sense to ask for a lift should give them some points, but to me the impression is bad enough that I just don’t think I can bring myself to vote for them. Harsh, maybe, but such is the nature of my discontent.