Well, this is kind of shaping up that I'm writing about the evening of Day 2 on Day 3 but that's fine. This whole shit will work itself out.
So last night, I went to TWO holiday party/friend shindig things and didn't drink at either, which felt really great. I told my friend Eleanor* before I arrived that I was doing this blog so I wouldn't be drinking and then she asked me to bring a bottle of wine along with me. Which like, was totally fine. I don't like to show up to dinner parties without some sort of offering.
When I arrived at the party, she was like "I think you should have some wine! Maybe you should just start your sobriety tomorrow." And then I said, "Welllllllllll, I already started my blog." And that was that. She was totally gracious and kind about it. Everyone I've told so far has been really supportive. And then, I poured sparkling peach iced tea into a wine glass and everything was 100% fine. I also brought my puppy along with me, who is a 10 pound chihuhua mix and a great conversation starter / Hey-I'm-Not-Drinking-But-I-Dont-Want-To-Really-Talk-About-It-With-Casual-Acquaintances distractor.
I ate some bomb ass rigatoni with homemade meatballs that Eleanor's boyfriend made. I didn't feel self-conscious about not drinking and only felt awkward because I had to dip early to go to the other party.
Thennnnn. At the other party - everything was mainly over and folks were winding down and getting high. I didn't partake in any weed or alcohol at this party and then... my dog pooped on the floor. In his defense, it was like -7 degrees, which made him whimper and shake during our normal walk. So I cut it really short and we didn't have a normal day of potty outside. (I swear to God, having a dog makes you way shameless about poop and pee and vomit and all that good stuff). The worst part was that his poop was kind of dangling out of his butt and wouldn't come all the way out. He was so mortified. He ran underneath a chair afterwards. I was pretty mortified too, to be honest. It's pretty awkward to run around trying to help your pooping dog in a room of 20-ish acquaintances. And then like, two people I actually knew well. But! I didn't drink.
Felt really good this morning. I'm sure I would have felt OK after one or two glasses of wine or whatever too. But it was nice to just stick with it and not have the fear of binging or doing any dumb shit.