I am not a drinker. I was a drinker when I was in my early twenties, but that was because I was in my early twenties. These days, I am perfectly comfortable saying that I just don’t like the taste of alcohol, and I hate beer. Hate hate hate it. Gah. Phooey. Whenever someone I love orders a beer, I am reminded that we can never really know another person.
I do drink socially from time to time — usually when the only plan is to get drunk. Alcohol is a tool I use to get to the point where I can pee on a library; it is not something I drink out of enjoyment.
The last time I was drunk was back in August when I went out with some of my friends. Because I never drink, it only took two Lemon Drops to get me to the point where I sent my husband this text: