My wife is a drunk...but that's not the worst part

Yep, my wife is a drunk. At 5am we both woke up since we're in Yokohama and, for whatever reason, the sun comes up at like 4:30am. Force of habit. Everything is fine. Suzy comments that maybe she drank too much at the Stemgent party. But I did too. It's a convention party. We had fun watching all the socially-challenged biologist try and get laid. No offense to folks with epilepsi, but it like watching epileptics trying to dance at a rave.

As has been the routine this week, I go back to sleep by 5-6am and wake up at 7am. I get ready and we leave so we can have breakfast together and I walk her to the conference.

Except Suzy is drunk. She's pretty distinctive when she's drunk. Her IQ drops from somewhere north of 130 to Snooky-land. I don't like dumb girls and I don't like Suzy when she is drunk. I see two or three cups of shochu (a Japanese liquor that is basically half strength vodka) about the hotel room. Considering that I drink pretty heavily myself, I don't feel I really have that much right to bitch about her drinking, but it's fucking 8am and she's drunk. That means she must have been drinking since 6am or so. When is that every alright?

I try to just not worry about it and help her put stuff in her bag, except I see that there is a diet coke bottle that is half full of shochu and lemon juice. I mean, really, is life so fucking hard that you can't cope sober. I've known some serious drunks in my life. Functional and otherwise. Very few feel like they have to get lit to make it through a conference.

But her being a drunk isn't my real problem. My problem is that I can't talk about it with her. The moment I bring it up, she gets so defensive. I mean like injured-lion defensive. All of a sudden, my concern about her being hammered at 8am...after being hung-over from a party the night before...has transformed into something about me not taking her seriously or I think she's fat or I don't appreciate what she does to maintain the household or I am not respectful of our cats' feelings. Completely irrational. She completely turns it around and tries to make me to be the ultra-dickhead.

I am getting so fucking tired of it.