I am not much of a drinker, though I will have a dirty martini when we are out sometimes, and we have an occasional glass of wine with dinner at home. Then about twice a year I will have one beer with dinner. That happened a couple of weeks ago. I enjoyed it and am done with beer until some future night when I decide I want another. If I follow my traditional pattern it will most likely be sometime next spring.
Fast forward to the day after I had my once a summer beer. When I load the dishwasher I put every single dirty item in it, meaning there are no cups, plates, flatware or any other eating/drinking/cooking paraphernalia left out. I try to run the dishwasher either the last thing before I go to bed, or in the morning right after I have finished my coffee.
This particular day was one of those morning washes. My pea-brain declared I couldn't use anything else until the dishes were washed and put away. That way anything dirty could be loaded directly into a newly emptied dishwasher without having any used dishes hanging around in the sink. I still like to stay well hydrated and instead of grabbing a clean glass from the cabinet I used the bottle from the night before.
Most of the time following a morning wash it would be a La Croix can, since I have one of those just about every night after dinner. (BTW if you get a chance to buy Beach Plum La Croix buy it. You won't be disappointed unless you have an aversion to flavored seltzer waters. If so, you will think it is horrible). That particular day I had rinsed out the bottle, filled it with water and was drinking from it all day. I am one of those people who has to have water almost continually.
On an average day I refill whatever I am using as a glass 5 or 6 times. This day was not a normal day though. It was very hot, I was in and out of the house all day, and I was exceptionally thirsty. We were having the stairs to the deck rebuilt from scratch. New risers, steps, railings, the whole enchilada, was being cut and built in the backyard.
I was in and out talking to the builders all day, with my water in hand every time I walked outside to ask or answer a question. Over the course of the day I probably talked to them anywhere from 10-15 times, always with the Sam Adams water bottle. I truly did not think anything about it until I noticed them looking at me a little funny the last few times I stepped on the deck.
By that time I realized what they were looking at, I was inwardly laughing. But there was no way I was about to offer any explanation. It was more fun to keep the amusement to myself.
My only hope is if they talked about me, it was not just the amount of beer they thought I drank, but also about how well I functioned after consuming all that "alcohol".
I am going to have to call this a fail. A funny fail, but still a fail!