We get to our 2nd hotel, and lo and behold, in the damned vending machine down the hallway from my room, there are little bottles of WINE for 2 euros. What the hell is that? I succumbed. I didn't get drunk, but 2 different nights I had a couple of those little single-serve bottles. They weren't even very good. But something about them being so available, and so anonymous, nobody had to know I was buying them, I could pour them in a cup and go join the bigger group on the terrace and have a chat, which is exactly what I did.
Oh shite. I have thought it over, and I know that being under the stress of multiple social situations where I was the only one out of 13 adults saying "NO" to the offers of drink over the 10-day vacation was part of the trigger here, but really, I think the main trigger was the damn vending machine with liquor in it, and that just ain't going to happen stateside, so I'm hopeful that this slip isn't going to to recur.
Just coming clean with my MWO peeps. Back in the saddle and feeling ok now though.
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