May I quit drinking?
Of the 21 days I’ve been in Portland, I think there have been four nights total that I didn’t have at least one beer. Between hosting parties, going out for dinner with GTB, or having a drink with friends who want to welcome me to town, I’ve been imbibing quite a bit lately.
And it’s starting to take a toll.
My ass is the size of a house. We’re spending way too much money. And for the past two nights, I’ve noticed that two drinks or less gets me a good buzz. This would normally be a cause for celebration, but given that I’ve been eating like a starved lion and I can usually drink at least four beers before feeling impaired, I’m a bit concerned.
On way way to work this morning, I started thinking back to D.A.R.E. classes and how they taught us that one of the signs of alcoholism is that it takes less and less to feel drunk, but you need it more and more. I know I’m not an alcoholic, but I do have not-so-distant relatives who are and every once in a while, I have a nice little panic attack about how much fun life wouldn’t be if I could never have a beer again.
So I’ve decided to spend May sober. Well, most of it anyway. I leave for Las Vegas for work next Sunday and get back on May 3. There’s just no fucking way I’m NOT drinkin’ in Vegas. But after that, I’m off the juice for a month.
Wish me luck.
May 15th, 2006 at 2:40 pm
[…] Yesterday, as we introduced our respective moms to each other over a Mother’s Day brunch that GTB lovingly prepared, I remembered after downing my first Mimosa that, oh yeah, I’m not drinking during May. Yep, that’s right. I lasted from May 4th to May 14th as a dry, wagon-riding teetotaler. Ten days, people. And it’s not because I was craving it or couldn’t live without it. It’s because my life is so built around alcoholic beverages that I can be half way through one before I realize I’m even drinking it. And I’m kinda OK with it. […]
September 30th, 2006 at 9:07 pm
can’t recall a single day without a beer!
mmmm…. beer!