It's Saturday and I'm up early for my usual park run. Last night's dinner was great fun, terrific food and company and great encouragement (and admiration) for my new non-drinking stance. Despite not drinking in the usual sense, however, I've woken up with what feels like a stinking hangover! So, there's a lesson: no more 0.5% alcohol wine for me. It tasted pretty foul anyway, so no great loss.
I'm a assuming P drank his "normal" amount, which was, pun intended, sobering. I wasn't counting too assiduously, but he consumed at least 10 glasses of wine, white then red, preceded by a large G&T and followed by two glasses of port. Needless to say, he was completely pissed - much more than anyone else in the room - and I found him both annoying and embarrassing. It was good to be able to drive home as I doubt a taxing driver would've allowed him in their car.
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