It has come to this.
I am drinking Sutter Home Fre Brut "Champagne". With another Fre bottle of "Merlot" waiting in the wings for sampling later.
My friends, being on drugs that completely disallow alcohol consumption is killing me. A short course, I could handle. When that was upped to two weeks, I muddled through; though truth be known I went off the drugs twice for two very important occasions (anniversary and baby shower) that required imbibing. Which is probably precisely why I was thrown back on said drugs for another two weeks. This simply will not do.
And so, here I am resorting to not just alcohol-free wine, but really bad, mass-produced, overly sweet alcohol-free wine...which tastes like heaven in a bottle because it's the closest I've been to G-d's Own Nectar for weeks. Though again, in full confessionary mode, I said to hell with the liver on Saturday night and had three whole sips of real grown-up wine. Sheer bliss and so hard to turn tearfully away from once I had my share. The fact that the bottle already sat empty was most likely my true saving grace.
Pomegranate seeds in the "champagne" add a nice touch, though. That and the thought that I'll finally be off this wretched wagon on Thanksgiving Day...with full access to my parents' exceptionally well-stocked bar.
My friends, being on drugs that completely disallow alcohol consumption is killing me. A short course, I could handle. When that was upped to two weeks, I muddled through; though truth be known I went off the drugs twice for two very important occasions (anniversary and baby shower) that required imbibing. Which is probably precisely why I was thrown back on said drugs for another two weeks. This simply will not do.
And so, here I am resorting to not just alcohol-free wine, but really bad, mass-produced, overly sweet alcohol-free wine...which tastes like heaven in a bottle because it's the closest I've been to G-d's Own Nectar for weeks. Though again, in full confessionary mode, I said to hell with the liver on Saturday night and had three whole sips of real grown-up wine. Sheer bliss and so hard to turn tearfully away from once I had my share. The fact that the bottle already sat empty was most likely my true saving grace.
Pomegranate seeds in the "champagne" add a nice touch, though. That and the thought that I'll finally be off this wretched wagon on Thanksgiving Day...with full access to my parents' exceptionally well-stocked bar.