Granny is a silly old girl

Hello All.

I might have mentioned it before.
I am not a party animal.
I can’t drink.
Well, I CAN drink… but not very much.
Most evenings I have one or two glasses of extra lite dry white wine.
The low alcohol stuff.
Not last night.

I was on my second glass when my DIL arrived.
Bearing gifts.
And thirsty.
She wanted red wine so I opened a bottle.
Not light stuff.
The real deal.
To be companionable I topped up my glass.
With white.
It was the polite thing to do.
Agreed?

She had hardly left when I got a call from a friend who lives nearby.
Could she come around for a glass of wine?
And I thought “oh shyte”
But I said no problem.
And come she did.

At this point I must tell you she is not a seasoned drinker either.
I gave her a glass of red.
And continued to sip my third glass of white.
She had a second glass of red.
At nine Mex went off to bed.
She started to tell me how unhappy she is.
And I reached for the red wine.
As one would.

Oh yes,  I hadn’t eaten.
Unless you count a couple of shortbread biscuits and two delicious chocolates as eating.(damn Christmas gifts)
Why is it bad to mix red and white wine?
I mean, they are BOTH wine.
The more she vented the more I sipped.
And muttered things like bastard.
And shame.
Supportive stuff.

She left at eleven.
There is about half a glass of red wine left.
It can stay there.
Forever.
To make things worse some joker has broken the keypad to get out of our complex.
I had to sway up in the dark to remote her out.
And sway back.
Where I drank a big glass of water and took a Disprin.
So I am fine this morning.
Well, maybe a little shaky.
Which explains all the coffee I had to sweep up off the floor just now.

So, this Granny will not be seeing in the new year tonight.
Hell, no.
And it will be diet soda for me today.
And seasoned drinkers will be saying how can you get trashed on less than one bottle of wine?
It happened.