Let it be known that I was never a raging alcoholic and I
don’t plan to become one.
Here is an account of going 30 something days without
drinking alcohol of any kind
- Drinking six glasses of water in the same time that you would take to drink six beers, doesn’t feel nice
- The number of times I got asked (please note : with noticeable concern in their voice) “You are not drinking?” As if, my lever would suffer severe consequences if I took it off its staple diet of beer and whiskey
- My upstairs neighbors party really hard and late
- 90% of my social interactions involved saying “Cheers”
- Some of us have dropped those F-bombs with additional qualifiers after one too many drinks and have those “I love you Man” moments, I did not have those in the past 30 days
- Waking up at 7 on Saturdays wasn’t half as bad, and sailing crew acknowledged – “you are showing up awfully early for weekend races”
- I ran 10K under an hour
- Received messages to the effect of “Hey man, thank you so much for getting me home last night.”
- After a long crazy Saturday night on town and four ginger ales later, I walked away with a tab of $3 ( Slice of pizza costs more )
I could go on. However, on a more serious note, the
conversations were engaging, I didn’t second guess myself next morning, I enjoyed
people-watching at bar, saved some money. Spent a bunch of Fridays home
reading, writing and thinking.
I realized that I truly enjoy drinking good alcoholic
beverage. May that be a kraft hoppy beer, a pale ale, or a full-body red wine,
smoky bourbon or an 18 year old single malt Scotch, or dry and crisp Gin with
twist of lemon & tonic. I enjoy the taste.
Cheers
Neo
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