At one point sitting around a table, I started shouting and jabbing my finger at another guest as we argued politics. He reeled back in horror. There was an awkward silence, and later a friend took me aside and asked what was I doing? I hadn’t realised just how loud I had become on the Gaba- I was beginning to feel that finger wagging judgement from back in my drinking days. As the evening wore on, I didn’t get plastered, just sort of slurrier. I even got to the hugging strangers stage. ‘What a lovely party, ‘I cooed and then burst into tears. A friend told me , I seemed a bit emotional and gave me a lift home. I immediately fell into a deep sleep. The next thing I knew I was awoken by a group of children screeching. I looked at the clock it was midday. I had slept like a log (another of the so called effects) and as I made my coffee I felt bright and clear headed no post drink grogginess. If I tempered my finger jabbing, could I have found my golden pot, I thought .
