That’s the one word Roommate Jeff had for me at the end of the day, after I bailed out on Drinking Like A Colonial American. “SHAME!” He was disappointed in me, to say the least.
I still can’t figure out why the day was so hard; my guess is the combination of drinks, plus the pacing. One of the last things I want to do when I’m drinking is sober up, and that seems to be the name of the game when you’re ingesting a drink an hour.
I’d be interested to hear other people’s experiences with it, if they’re brave (foolish) enough to try a colonial drinking day at home.
The one thing I learned that truly amazed me is the effect the temperance movement had on America’s drinking habits. I feel like the temperance movement has always gotten a bad wrap, particularly recently with the boom in books and documentaries about prohibition. But considering in 1830 we were drinking five gallons of distilled spirits per person per year, and a decade later that number was down to two–that’s pretty incredible. Perhaps our country was ready for a change.
But honestly, the most fascinating part of yesterday’s experiment was the discussion that sprung up in the comments. If you haven’t read them, I encourage you to do so.
Thank you for participating, everyone! I’m going to take a break from torturing myself for the next week while I celebrate my birthday. I’m going to post a few lighter posts. And then…well, we’ll see what the new year brings.