I have to give you a little back-story before I admit what I did. My father was a drinker and my mother was a teetotaler. For many years I drank only in social situations. It has only been in the last ten years I developed a taste for wine and only in the past couple I’ve discovered I enjoy craft beer.
You see years ago I hung out with a group of ladies my age at church. We went on lots of women’s retreats and just plain had a good time in one another’s company. There was this one woman who was a riot. She kept us in stitches with her shenanigans. She also managed to stash some liquor in her suitcase. I mean like a half gallon of Southern Comfort. Though I wasn’t much of a drinker I’d have one with the girls when we got back to the hotel room.
On one retreat, we had two beach houses. Most of us from our group were assigned to the “fun house”. Anyway, one of the retreat leaders, a revered lady slightly older than us frowned upon alcohol, or so I was told. Well, this same friend smuggled in her liquor. The others kept warning her to not let the retreat leader lady find out because she wouldn’t be happy about it. I was surprised they felt drinking had to be hidden. I’d never thought there was anything wrong with the partaking of alcohol. Now getting drunk and showing your butt is a different thing entirely, but that wasn’t what was going on.
I am reminded of those days occasionally when I see one of my Methodist friends post on Facebook about drinking wine, going to a bar, or partaking in alcohol for pleasurable purposes. I love that they don’t hide it from the other parishioners. I like when people own their actions. I dislike when people judge others.
So here’s my confession. The “grocery store” wine I like is Apothic Red. B.Js carries it for two bucks a bottle less than the grocery store, so when I go there I stock up. I was in B.J.s pushing my cart around with four (Yes, I said FOUR – I told you I stock up, so don’t be judging me!) bottles of wine and who should I see. Yes, retreat lady and her hubby. I did a wheel- about mid aisle to avoid them, but too late. They called out to me. I smiled and said hello and continued in the opposite direction. Now, who’s a hypocrite? Yeah, apparently I am. I went home and told my hubby what I’d done and told him I couldn’t believe I didn’t just pull up to them with my FOUR BOTTLES OF WINE and converse. He laughed and said he’d have done the same thing…I mean no one wants to be the topic at the next Sunday’s sermon.
Now, if you’re going to judge me, remember Jesus and his disciples drank wine and the Monks drank only beer…second tidbit is courtesy of my favorite wine and craft beer store. Thing is, I think they did it openly!
Hi, my name is Susan. I don’t want to be a hypocrite so here goes: I like wine. I also enjoy a good craft beer. Ahhh, I feel so much better now!