“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink.
When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.”
-Jack Lemmon, in Under the Yum Yum Tree (1963).
I used to think was a pretty funny line. The cool guys from the Rat Pack – Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr. and crew – used it often to get knowing laughs. Like we were all in this really cool club that knew the pain of drinking was worth it for those few hours of craziness. And that those who didn’t drink, just didn’t get it. Who doesn’t want to be in the Cool Club? And it sure makes drinking sound absolutely worth all the pain. I mean they made it sound like a good thing. That you’ll appreciate feeling good later in the day when the poison has started leaving your system.
I was feeling a bit wobbly today, thinking is this non-drinking malarkey really forever? I’m watching Somebody Feed Phil on Netflix (terrific! funny!) . Last night’s segment takes place in Venice, Italy. Absolutely beautiful and gorgeous place and people – and the wine flowed throughout. I felt so jealous. I thought, gee, maybe next year I can do that. I’ll have this sober year thing behind me. I can enjoy wine again!
I was feeling so deprived. So today the quote at the top of this blog came into my head. I recalled the many, many, many many times I’d wake up feeling different shades of crummy. I wished the day away so I could go back to bed.
What kind of way is that to live? I don’t want that anymore. I guess I’m grateful I know how awful hangovers are — so I don’t miss the wine. I like feeling super-duper from the moment I wake up.
I’m going to hang on to that thought. And let it carry me through the next couple of days.