I don’t think it is physically possible to handle more than 24 hours with your family without drinking wine. How else am I supposed to suppress the years of emotional baggage my parents heaved onto me?
I wonder if the guys who work at my neighborhood liquor store think I have a problem. When I run out of wine, though, I usually try to make one of my friends go to the store so I can avoid this embarrassing situation.
Well, he obviously thinks that you’re an eco-friendly alcoholic. I used to let the bottles pile up in the recycling as a sort of memoriam of the rough days of my life. Now I take them out three at a time.