I had one of those moments yesterday where a word just pops into my mind and I can’t get it out until I look it up and make sure it’s the exact word to describe the exact feeling I’m feeling. You know what I mean?
Of course you don’t…
The word that popped to mind was “gluttony”. It’s a horrible word. A greasy word. A word without possible misinterpretation. No one wants to be thought of as a glutton. Gluttony means: to gulp down or swallow; an over indulgence of food, drink or wealth. Insatiable.
All alcoholics are gluttons. We drink until we’re full and then we drink some more. And the dude in the pastoral ménage a quatre above has a clean tank top; there’s a reason for the Wine Away product – people who drink red wine, spill red wine. Does he look happy? He’s got three solicitous, busty babes and what looks like a prime rib and a re-baked potato with cheese on his plate, and he looks miserable.
Because that’s the other thing about gluttons – we are miserable.
And how about the blue teeth and gums? I switched to red wine many times while I was a drinker. I don’t really like red wine, so I figured it would curtail my intake. No dice. I just plugged my nose and guzzled. Because that’s what gluttons do.