Thursday, May 24, 2007

Wine is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy

Internets, last night I had a half glass of wine. A Ravenswood cab sauv, sort of the house red at Casa Gleemonex (the Schlumberger is the Good Shit, but we’re saving that till I can drink more than 2 oz. a month). It was with a big meal (salad, lasagna, garlic bread) that I made for Mr. Gleemonex’s birthday, and by the way, Mr. Gleemonex wants it noted that he’s not in approvance of me consuming any alcohol at all really until after Kid Gleemonex is done borned. And I get that, I really do. For the most part, I’m with him on the subject.

But anyway — my point is, I just wanted to for one goddamn minute feel like a fucking grownup. That’s the problem with this whole not-drinking thing (well, one of the problems, anyway) — the infantilization (how ironic). I feel like I’m back in the Methodist Youth Fellowship, drinkin’ soda at the pizza party and talking about the awesome ministry events we’ve got coming up.

Now, to clarify, it’s not that Adults Must Drink to Be Considered Adults, and I’ve had plenty of meals and social situations in my adulthood that don’t involve drinking — but I don’t have the choice now, and that’s what really rankles. It’s like I’m perpetually at the kids’ table, you know?

So that half-glass last night was heavenly. I didn’t even want more — it was like, OK, I tasted it and it was good, and that’s all I needed. Next month: Another half-glass! Watch out, F. Scott, I’m right on your heels, you sodden old boozehound.

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Blogger srah said...

I think the problem has a lot more to do with alcoholics drinking a lot while pregnant than pregnant ladies having a little bit of wine now and then. That and the fact that each woman's tolerance is different so it's hard for doctors to say it is or isn't safe.

My mom had some Kahlua once while she was pregnant with me, and I can still complete sentences. (Ha.)

6:54 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...


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Blogger Princess Sparkle Pants said...

I hate that. And I hate the looks you get if you DARE to order your own glass of wine in, say, a restaurant? Where they serve wine? Gah, infantilization sucks.

6:48 AM  
Blogger bgirl said...

When I was in my ninth month, right at the end, I drank a glass (a whole glass! oh, the humanity!) of wine in front of God and Everybody. Loved every minute of it. Didn't feel guilty. Gave on-lookers the bird.

7:42 AM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Bless you guys for understanding ...

10:15 AM  
Blogger Lizzie said...

No judgment on the wine, but can I share a little bit of other judgment? Could you shrink giant photos (like this one or the ham photo from a couple weeks ago) before posting? It looks like you're just re-sizing, which means it appears up smaller on the page, but still loads as a GIANT file into that small space. Which means it still takes forever to load on my semi-slow connection! (And in some RSS readers, the re-sizing doesn't carry over and you get the original giant size.)

I feel I should say that other than that, I'm a big fan of your blog... Because I can't remember if I've ever commented before, and I'd feel like a jerk if my first comment was just a complaint. I don't mean to be a whiner, I swear!

3:39 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Ahh ... didn't realize it was doing that! I've been loading these pics in as quick n dirty a fashion as possible, doncha know. I'll look into it -- thanks for the heads up. And thanks for reading -- stick around! ;-)

3:48 PM  

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