Martini Maddness

I learned a very valuable lesson in moderation this past weekend. My husband and I went out with friends to celebrate a birthday. What started out as just dinner and a couple of drinks turned into way too many drinks. I have learned I should not drink lemon drop martinis; they are too strong and I end up having too many. It happened one other time in the recent past with these tasty but evil cocktails, where I overdrew on my alcohol limit.

I like wine because I have a couple glasses, I am happy, relaxed and all in all good. With lemon drops I drink one, I get tipsy immediately and then know no bounds. I was that loud, dance-y, obviously drunk women when we were out last Saturday. Sure, it was fun and some would say I was funny, but it didn’t sit well with me the next day. I didn’t like myself for taking it too far, saying and doing things I wouldn’t normally, and being a waste the next morning.

I want to enjoy not only my night out but the next day. I want to be proud of myself and my actions, I want to be considered fun but classy and together. I want to be an example for my daughter, an example of someone who can balance work, family and fun. I grew up watching my father have too many late nights and be in bed the whole next day. I don’t want that as a memory for my daughter and maybe that’s why I am really hard on myself about the other night. There isn’t anything wrong with blowing off some steam and getting a little cra-cra every once in a while. Its okay to be silly, even a little embarrassing, especially when you are around people who love and protect you. But for me what I have learned is that every once in a while doesn’t work for ME. I won’t judge those it does work for, but for me, the feelings of anxiety and dissatisfaction it brings me is not worth it.

 

So I will continue to enjoy my glasses of Chardonnay, and maybe once in a while a girly drink, but strong a@# martinis are NOT in my moderation zone.