Is two enough??

I was brought up in a strict teetotal family (although I think Mum did once have a go at Barossa Pearl once - discreetly hidden in the kitchen cupboard. We knew about the dangers of drink and were not quite signed up to the Temperance Union but close. I've never missed it nor been ridiculed for not having a few drinks.
So the other night I fronted up to a presentation dinner where pre-dinner drinks were complementary. I groaned inwardly as I saw the choice of non-alcoholic stuff. Orange juice or ...orange juice. Sometimes it's lemonade. Really? There are so many non-alcoholic alternatives that are pretty in the bottle and not bad to drink and even a bit special. Orange juice? That's for breakfast.
So I saw something bubbly and thought I'd give it a go. I see friends posting on social media about the joy of bubbles (and usually think of a bath with bubbles, coffee and a good book) and as I approach the end of seven decades decided it was time for a new experience.
Oh wait a minute! I did have a glass of champagne once - in my hand, at least. I'd made friends with a fellow teaching trainee, newly arrived from overseas. She invited me to her wedding and what's more asked me to propose a toast at the reception.  I remember standing there in her friend's house and making the requisite speech while holding a shallow glass of champagne. I raised my glass, took a sip and promptly parked the glass and its contents on the  mantel piece nearby.
But back to the bubbles in a slender flute. It was drinkable and I sipped at it during the pleasant meal and the building excitement of the impending winner announcements.
It got me to thinking. I don't sleep well most nights. I nod off over my book and then am awake in the wee small hours. Perhaps another glass of the said bubbles would help. A friendly waitress cruised by and I said I'd like another one. Mind you I wasn't at all sure what it was I'd had, as it had just been on a tray poked in my direction on arrival. She seemed to know and came back later with a glass that was fuller this time, presumably because I was paying for it - only a bit more than I pay for a cup of coffee. I sipped some more as I watched a lovely friend being announced as the winner of the award. [Congrats, Margot!]
And so home to bed. Late enough to read a bit and nod off. Two glasses of bubbles under my belt or something. Did I feel happier, more mellow, sleep better. Nup. Nup. Nup. Nice try. I guess I'll just stick with the orange juice next time.

PS My blood pressure was good this morning. Should I continue the experiment??