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Day 2: The Drunkest I’ve Ever Been
Shhhhh …secret!
I’ve never been a big drinker but I do like my wine — good wine — I’d rather drink water than bad wine.
My ex-husband was a big drinker and in an attempt to cut down his wine consumption, I started to buy him nice bottles of wine. I’d have one glass and he’d have the rest of the bottle. And then another bottle. And then another bottle. It didn’t take me long to admit defeat and go back to buying him 4-litre casks of cheap wine which he’d polish off in one night. He had a little bar fridge in our walk-in wardrobe so he didn’t even have to walk to the kitchen for a refill.
I’d always pooh-poohed anyone who said they were so drunk they couldn’t remember what they did the night before. The drunkest I ever got during my marriage was when we went camping with friends for the weekend and I didn’t have to answer the phone — we ran a pest control and carpet cleaning business from home so I could never drink more than a glass for fear a customer would call.
The worst part of my drinking too much was the vomiting. My body seemed to know when it had had enough to drink and I would start vomiting and keep vomiting until there was nothing left but bile. yuk! I hate that!
But all that changed one night when I went to a friend’s house for dinner. His new girlfriend had cooked a…
