I am seriously on like day 62 or something of being AF and my fucking family had to find this fucking distillery & winery.  I guess I should have stomped my feet and flat out refused to come but everyone knows I quit drinking. And here we are. And they are drinking shots of some tea flavored vodka shit while I sit out here trying not to cry.  Alone. I just want to go home.  Being the non drinker is hard.  It’s lonely.

Then, just as I was gearing up for a good cry, the kid came out to check on me.  And suggested we go to the tea plantation.  Which we did.  Just the two of us.  And it was nice.

Still feelin wobbly about this.  I am sooo ready to feel less out of my element as the AF chick. Deep sigh.