Saturday night was a friend's birthday party.
She'd invited fourteen of the old University gang to her house in the country for dinner, and to stay the night. We'd all managed to offload the children, so it was a rare 'grown ups only' event.
I took a six pack of the trusty Beck's Blues down with me, and stashed them in the hostess's fridge.
And you know what? I've pretty much cracked the whole partying sober thing.
For a start, it really helps when you feel physically good, which after eleven months off the booze you do.
(Click here for more on quitting drinking and losing weight).
I didn't feel totally 'hot', but did feel, at the very least, 'warm.' I wore a red lace dress, and, according to Mr SM, everybody said I looked great (admittedly, they hadn't seen me since the whole cancer thing, so their expectations were probably pretty low).
I happily drank my AF beers before dinner. Then, once we'd sat down, I let them pour me a glass of red wine, but just drank the water. (People feel edgy if their dinner companion has an empty glass. So long as it's full, they don't care, or notice, if you drink it or not).
I had great fun at dinner catching up with old friends, then I won a table football tournament hands down (easy when the opposition are all drunk), and did lots of silly dancing.
Plus, I discovered that I have a new role at parties. People want to talk to me. They offload. They ask advice. This hasn't happened to me for years! No-one wants an in depth conversation with the out of control lush....
I talked to one friend about his insomnia, another about her new business ideas and yearning to escape London, and a third about being a step mum. Proper, life enhancing conversations that I still remember!
Then, at about 1.30am I sloped off to bed, knowing that no-one would notice, and that the only bit of the party I was missing was the bit that no-one would recall clearly.
And the morning!
A house full of hangovers. What a treat. I tried really hard not to feel smug, because that would be mean and unsympathetic of me.
As I left, the hostess gave me a hug and said "I feel awful. I think I may join you on the whole no booze thing...."
We picked the children up from my parents' house, and took them out for lunch.
I was eulogising about the fact that Pizza Express have started stocking alcohol free beer (Vive La Revolution!)
#2 piped up "Mummy, how long has it been since you had any wine?"
"Nearly a year, sweetheart," I replied. "Why? Do you prefer it when I don't drink wine? Am I different?"
"Yes," he replied, "you're more....."
We all waited in anticipation, while he searched for an appropriate adjective. Beautiful? Patient? Kind?
"......Mummyish," he concluded with a flourish.
So, there you have it. Quit drinking. You'll still have a ball at parties, and you'll be more.... Mummyish.
Love SM x