Your wife spots you across the room.
She gives a pointed look at you where you fill up another glass of wine. She knows better than anyone that you're a lightweight, and this is your third glass, but you're stressed and it's making you loose and fun.
Whatever, you're an adult and you know your own limits. Knock back the wine then try some of that rum punch Marty has been sipping all night.
You give her your own pointed look and stop pouring. She's right. Plus, you have a fairly early day tomorrow.