The other day I was out for drinks and dinner with friends. As usual, I had a glass of Pinot Grigio, as did a woman across the table from me---someone I didn't know well. As we ordered, and began on the "starters", I noticed that my wine was gone, and hers was still at the 5 oz level.
"How does she do that?" I said to myself as I ordered my second glass. I watched her surreptitiously, and couldn't catch her imbibing, even though by dessert and my 3rd glass, she was close to finishing. Went home, slept through some some TV with Dave, and woke up thinking about 3 glasses to 1 glass, and how did she do that?
It made me crazy for days. I usually have a glass of wine with dinner, and everytime I poured one, I reminded myself, unsuccessfully, that it would be nice if I could make that glass last till bedtime.
"Sipping!" I said to myself in the middle of a recent night, "she must have been sipping!"
I tried it, and it's so much better than drinking wine like it was milk. I'm even thinking that the pleasant smartass who joins me after a glass or two was coming by earlier.
And at $9.00 a glass, sipping is even helping me cleave to (well, approach) my newly-defined budget.
Ah, the golden years.