And isn’t it funny that just as I sat down to write this, I saw that Belle has just written about it not mattering what’s in your glass on a special occasion, and Lilly wrote about managing an occasion with a special AF drink. Those two posts sum up both sides of the coin for me.
Because sure, a happy occasion is happy either way, absolutely. Wine doesn’t make a dull night fizz, nor does a peaceful Sunday morning lose its lazy charm without a mimosa. Alcohol is a crutch; we imbue it with magical properties it just doesn’t have.
But as a culture, we do mark special or significant occasions with good food and drink. Of course we do. We can try and argue that, say, Christmas is just the same with beans on toast, because it’s family that counts. But part of how we show our happiness at having our family with us is by making large quantities of special, time intensive food. Here, have a slice of my Christmas cake that I’ve been marinating in brandy since September. That’s how long I’ve been looking forward to this day.
Likewise, we break out the expensive wine for the big events, or the aged whiskey or the $20 cocktails. It’s a social signifier. Congratulations on your first born child! Would you like a glass of tap water? It doesn’t work.
And this is why I need your help. In five days we move into our dream home. We already own it, but we had to let an existing lease run out and now we are ripping out carpets and painting walls and it doesn’t feel like ours yet. But in five days, after a hell of a lot of hard work and some sheer luck thrown in, we will be there, in our forever house. And we will raise a toast to one another, as we have done for every other marital milestone so far; wedding, children, LH receiving a PhD, 10th wedding anniversary…this, in fact, is probably the last big one until our kids start getting married and other terrifying achievements.
But this time it won’t be a carefully cellared wine being opened, or at least not for me. But I’m damned if I’m going to give an inch on how important this is to me and how much I want to honour the occasion.
So I need the Dom Perignon of AF drinks, please. Because this time, it does matter.