Socially unlubricated
'Messieurs, Dames, puis-je prende votre commande, le cocktail de la semaine est un Gin-Tonic Hibiscus' says the waiter smiling. 'Oh that sounds nice, says my friend Nancy, oh yes me too, repeats Marion, 'Oh yes, lovely, me too... me too...!' 'Ok that's a total of 4 of the weekly specials, and for you miss?' He asks turning to me, 'here are the other house specials", he continues listing an array of fabulously intoxicating sounding cocktails. "I'll have a sparking water, with lemon if you have", I answer to a sudden silence amongst my friends, and a look of absolute disappointment for the waiter, as if my refusal to order a drink was a direct hit to him. 'Très bien,' he then coldly utters. Nancy turns to me and says: 'Are you ok, you're not like pregnant or something, are you?' 'No I'm just trying this thing where I don't drink for 30 days, just had a bit too much for the past few months, so I want
