I would not be surprised if I was the only person who walked into this grocery store, took two steps, stopped, and just had to take a picture of this crazy spinning humongous champagne bottle with the cork blowing off! At first I was stunned, and then I became in awe of the display. And then I loved it! So much of the bubbly! I almost asked someone to take my picture next to it so it could be my “Happy New Year! Welcome 2011!” card for all my friends and family. . . . . oh wait just a second! I don’t drink that stuff anymore! (Darn!) My oh my I used to love to order champagne when I was young and fun and out with the girls from West L.A., to Malibu, to Santa Monica, to Beverly Hills, and San Diego! And let’s not forget Santa Barbara and Isla Vista too! It was a fast and care free way to start a party at the bar. Order a little of the bubbly baby!!
“Hey girls! What are you celebrating with that bucket of champagne?!”
And I’d happily announce, “It’s Saturday night! We’re celebrating life! Isn’t that enough?!”
I used to have a favorite pink T-shirt I’d wear with a cartoon drawing of a big champagne glass with a blonde girl sitting in it. I wore that pink T-shirt proudly! (sheesh!)
Just a few years later, when I met my future husband (in a bar of course) – somehow – even though I tried to stop the feelings that mysteriously started changing within me – somehow champagne started to make me feel differently. It started to make me feel sad or irritated. It was strange. Because I loved champagne. And I thought champagne loved me. I switched to more expensive champagne. To my surprise, it didn’t make me feel any happier. So I started searching for my new favorite drink. I felt disappointed and confused. I had no idea that my allergy of the body and obsession of the mind was starting to develop in my unsuspecting body. I felt that what ever was going on – well – it simply was so unfair and not right! I searched to get to the bottom of this dilemma.
And so it began.
Some people I drank with did not go through what I did. But some people did. Many people I grew up with became alcoholic. I like to say, “there was something in the water in our neighborhood!”
Some people will drink over the holidays and it will be a celebration full of love. While others will drink over the holidays and it will be a devastation full of sadness. As for me – I know who I am – I know what I am – so I am blessed, grateful and lucky. I am thankful to know who I am. I am proud to say I was able to admit from my innermost self that I can not handle alcohol. No matter how fun and festive it might be wrapped up.
I’m not going to drink no matter how good my life gets. (I am not alone.)