The Wedding is Over
The two day wedding in Poland has come to an end. As expected there was a lot of Vodka available. There were 2 bottles of cool Vodka on every table. A lot of food was served and live music was played. It was a relaxed atmosphere and I was enjoying myself.
Some people were drinking and some don’t, that was no problem at all. One person that was sitting with me, is sober. Me and him were the only ones at this table not drinking. He never drank in his life, so everybody knows that he is sober. For me, it was a little different, because I already had drinking session with some guests in the past. I was prepared for questions. If somebody asked, I told them that I am into sports now and that I had some health issues. My health issue was drinking poison.
More and more food and drinks were served. The kids at my table started to drink juice out of shot glasses. They were applauded by the adults, as if they performed an entertaining act. With all that I know about alcohol and with my own experience, I don’t think this is entertaining or funny at all.
As the celebration went on, people started to dance. I tried some dancing without alcohol, it felt a bit awkward in the beginning. But at the end of the day, that wasn’t an international Flamenco contest with judges. Undeniably dancing soberly is quite different. Wasted, I could dance for hours, dance till sweat was dropping down my shirt. Sober I danced for two or three songs, that was enough.
Time went by and more and more people were leaving. I wanted to stay as long as I could, because I really like the couple, that had married. At noon everybody at my table that I bonded with, was already gone. People got louder and more wasted. I was sitting alone at my table for a while and didn’t feel the need to participate in small-talks.
In this period, I was asked twice, if I want to drink something. I refused and got some dumbfounded looks. One person proposed to change the doctor, after I told him, that I had some health issues. That triggered me for a moment, but not for too long. I know I am doing the right thing, and secretly he knows too.
I got the feeling that it was the right time to leave. I sneaked out of the hall and went to my room. The party would continue without me anyway. It was a totally different experience. Normally, with the help of drinks I would have stayed till the very end. It made me a bit sad and nostalgic for some time. I have no illusions though, good old times ain’t coming back. It is time to move forward.
If the price for sobriety is: Leaving a party early and don’t be able to dance like a maniac, I am willing to pay it!
There I was, alone in the hotel-room. Once again I felt a bit sad being there by myself, while everybody was partying. I thought about, if I will be able to have a wild party in the future. But all this thinking led to nothing, so I just slept.
In the next morning there was a breakfast. People didn’t look too good, I saw the person which proposed to change the doctor. I wanted to come near his face and ask him “How does it feel now?” I know it is sarcastic, but let me enjoy some satisfaction.
That was it guys, somehow I survived the wedding. It wasn’t always easy, because I was a total different person, and some romantic memories about celebrating came back. Still, I am happy I didn’t drink.
More of my stories:
- How I Quit Alcohol / The Point I Decided To Quit (My first story)
- 6 Month Of Sobriety
- Beer Got Me Again
- I Will Never Drink Again
- Replacing Alcohol
