Thank you @BoilingHotand50something and @Steppered,very glad to hear I will have some company.
Re the bottomless brunch, since I have been trying to cut back on my alcohol I went for a lunch with some friends. I knew there would be a mix of dry people and those drinking. What I didn’t expect was for the person sitting next to me to sink 6 large red wines over the course of the day. Yes I was counting. It didn’t make me feel tempted. In fact, I felt really sad. Why do ‘we’ do this to ourselves? Why do we think that is enjoyable? It wasn’t that long ago that I would have joined in, got much more drunk than her and had difficulty getting home (not to mention the awful banging head the next day).
I can hand on heart say I wasn’t judging this person, I was worried for her. Worried that she didn’t seem that drunk for a start. Even when I was heavy drinking that would have been enough to knock me out. Worried about her getting home. Worried about how she would feel the next day…
… in one of the first sober awkward podcasts one of the ladies admits she missed her friends big birthday because she could risk going at the beginning of her sobriety. She felt awful for cancelling. Like she had let her friend down. It seemed to be another thing to beat herself up with. I will go to the brunch but have a reason ready to say I’m not drinking right at the start and I feel like it’s a big enough group that if I want to escape after I probably can.