Less is More

Okay, so my self imposed 40-day stint 'on the wagon' ended after just 72 hours.

I will say however, that those 72 long hours were useful for proving a number of things:

1. I can go days (plural) without alcohol. A special skill not tested since 1998.
2. I can survive parties in NEW JERSEY absolutely, painfully sober.
3. Regardless of one's relationship to the devil drink, I still believe it to be sacriligious to toast the arrival a brand new baby (Niece number 2: Veronica Amira Handley, 10 September 2006 - check me out!) with a latte.
4. At restaurants, my friends NEED me to perform the pretentious wine testing ritual. Really, they were lost without me!

But the really sobering revelation that came about during my abstinence is that I have without doubt entered a world of busy, and the journey back to the land of lazy champagne filled afternoons seems to be a protracted one.

So, in the interest of my sanity and not having to make any more grand AA style pronouncements, I am contenting myself with a the following.

There will be vino, as there has always been vino. Just less. Which I think is more than enough!