Bad Drinker

I just may be the world's worst drinker (of alcohol), by which I don't mean that I drink a lot, just that if I have a drink, I'm not likely to do much afterwards. I know people who drink all day long; I suppose they are functional alcoholics. I could never understand how anyone could have drinks at lunch and then go back to work and be productive. If I tried to do that, I'd be completely useless all afternoon.

We started our day with mimosas (and hibiscus, the pomegranate juice version). When I say "started our day" that isn't entirely accurate. I was up before five, and we didn't mix drinks until eleven or so while we made breakfast. By the time we got around to opening gifts, just after noon, I was feeling the effects. It wasn't that I was tipsy, though I must admit I was dancing with my granddaughter and my son's girlfriend in my living room. The champagne (or the juice) was tearing up my stomach. I'm not much for breakfast, so I didn't eat, which I'm sure was part of the problem.

Despite my usual flair for rendering myself incabable on the rare occasions when I drink in the daytime, I managed to put together a nice meal -- leaving out only the homemade rye bread and the second pie, which would have been apple. We still managed to have a nice meal and the effects of the alcohol wore off hours ago. Now I'm just exhausted. I've been cooking and cleaning since seven this morning, and the house is a wreck. I don't expect that to change until everyone goes home. And I'm okay with that. We're all settling in to watch the original How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It's a nice way to fall asleep, which is what I'm expecting to do.