Just spent the evening with colleagues. While I had fun, the problem is that they felt like they needed to take care of me. Because they don’t know me, they didn’t know what ‘ok’ looked like so when I got the hiccups in the taxi, and kept everyone in stitches while they were also tipsy, they perceived that as hammered. And even though I’m 47 and know what my limits are, and was conscious of it with every sip, they didn’t. We always think we know better – for others but not for ourselves. It’s unfortunate.