|No corkage Sunday night at the Loft & Bistro
I don’t drink.
It’s not that I have anything against it.
It’s just that I don’t particularly enjoy the taste, have never metabolized it well and certainly don’t enjoy the after-effects.
It’s not that I wouldn’t have a cocktail once in a while. I do. Like I did the other night, on staycation. Just not routinely. It’s just not that important to me.
You’d be surprised at the number of people who raise an eyebrow if I order water or tea.
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
or here’s my favorite:
“Why don’t you have a real drink?”
There seems to be some compelling need for everyone at a table to drink alcohol, whether they want to or not, at least among some. I’ve experienced it for years.
Perhaps some feel reproached. Hey, no judgment, I just don’t like it that much.
Perhaps they secretly feel they indulge a bit too much, and want the affirmation of someone else drinking to feel that their own is benign.
It would never occur to me to comment on someone’s beverage of choice, so it always surprises me when others comment on mine.
Explaining turns into a long, drawn out series of questions, so I’ve learned to say that I prefer to smoke pot. Since I can’t smoke pot in a restaurant, that usually changes the subject.
What do you think a good response would be?
(Yes, that Cosmo does look good and I do order one from time to time. Like the other night.)