So I went for lunch by myself to a French restaurant - I'm practising for Paris! The plan was for a small, fixed-menu lunch, the kind that I might have while on holiday, and then a salad or some fruit in the evening.
I had a small Pernod as an aperitif.
I had a salad starter.
A small main.
A small dessert.
With the starter I had a small glass of red wine, it lasted me throughout the meal.
By the end of the meal I was sooooooo um puddled. It was like BAM! One minute I was fine, the next I could feel my eyes rolling in my head.
I took a double expresso. I still felt very um
I took a long black. I still felt very um
I thought my head would fall off. I was worried I might have burped (or worse) out loud.
I paid the bill and left. I didn't dare go to the ladies' room, it was through a forest of tables and chairs, and I didn't trust my navigational skills.
I felt a bit better in the fresh air but still definitely concentrating. The worst thing was that a former colleague of mine has, regrettably, hit the front page of the local newspaper, and not for good reasons. His face was all over the paper in the metal box dispenser. My biggest fear was that I'd be found collapsed over said box!
Set off to walk home but really, really needed a comfort stop, so had to duck into another cafe. It's one I patronize, so I didn't want to just duck into the ladies' and out, so bought another coffee and a piece of cake, to keep trying to soak it all up. The coffee was so grande I had to leave it and I did make it home safely. Honeys, it was 5 hours before I finally felt normal again.
I am annoyed, because I had a ton of stuff to do today, that I didn't get done - but I'm not mad at myself because, believe me, I did not go into town in the middle of the day to get drunk! I don't really drink ever - I guess that was the issue today but I truly thought it would soak up in a 3 course meal.
And I am SO glad that I discovered here in England that I have zero capacity! Can you imagine finding it out in the middle of a foreign city?!?