Here's the deal. We were at a wedding last weekend (congrats Katie and Travis!!) and my sister (quite unintentionally, I'm sure) pulled off what could be an awesome "I'm pretending to drink but not actually drinking" decoy. You see, when we arrived for cocktail hour, my sister ordered a moscato (she doesn't drink red wine. I'm not sure we're even related). In true my sister fashion, she only managed to take a few sips of it before we were seated for dinner (it's hard for her to drink when she is constantly talking and making very extreme arm gestures--okay, maybe in that vein we are a little related). Just before dinner was served, she decided that a moscato was "too sweet" to drink with dinner, so she sent her husband to get her a glass of white zinfandel (marginally more acceptable. Marginally). As was the case with her moscato, very little wine was consumed by the end of the meal. Shortly after dinner it was time for the toasts, so out came the glasses of champagne--and of course my sister wasn't going to pass up one of those (even though she easily could have toasted with either glass of wine). And then the menfolk at the table switched from wine to their after-dinner drinks (ie hard alcohol), so she decided she needed one of those as well (of course, for my sister, hard alcohol means a Malibu pineapple. A far cry from the whisky/bourbon the guys were drinking). By the time the dancing started, this is what her spot at the table looked like (more or less):
Thankfully, my sister is not one to waste ANYTHING, so I'm quite certain those drinks were finished all in due time. And while I seriously wish that my sister were implementing a drinking decoy because she is pregnant, I really don't think that is the case. At least not yet. You can bet I've been watching her like a hawk though.
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