You read right. Me. Not drinking. Not that I'm going to take this wagon all the way to its final destination, mind you. Hell no. Like Chuck Heston and his guns, you'll have to pry that corkscrew out of my cold dead hands. It's just part of a little exercise in healthy living known as checking oneself before one wrecks oneself. For me, with wine, the check goes like this: I ask, "When was the last day I only consumed a single glass of wine, or had no alcohol at all?" If a date pops into mind, like 'last Tuesday', then I go ahead and imbibe business as usual. However if I can't remember a day, a recent day, NOT counting the day I used the last time? Well. Then it's time to take a little breaky-poo before I become one of those people whose sweat has a proof, who gotta take a little nip to steady the old hands in the morning. Because let me tell you, I'll be pissed as all hell if I ever come home to what I think is a surprise party and find out it's an intervention. No one's ever thrown me a surprise party before. I'd be mad about being sent to rehab and all, but being cheated out of a surprise party (even a dry one) would be a wound that wouldn't heal.
Posted by Antigeist at February 8, 2006 01:04 PMUm. What are we going to do tonight, then? ;)
Posted by: z at February 8, 2006 01:14 PMOh my God! What ARE we going to do? A night with the Zeeb sans wine is like, like, dammit! I don't know. I'm too sober to come up with anything.
Posted by: antigeist at February 8, 2006 01:22 PMA friend of mine does OBDs or One Beer Days, which is his version of the wagon when he drinks too much. I have modified this to OGD or One Glass Day. Alcohol is how adults deal with stress, right?
Posted by: Gwenda at February 8, 2006 01:52 PMthe last time i did this, i also thought it would be neat to stop drinking coffee and boy, was that a bad idea. i was in my friend's kitchen shaking and holding my poor tender head gingerly in my hands and she was like, "are you sick??" and i said i was not drinking and she started telling me how i was going to be a better & healthier person and i wanted to explain to her that it was just for a week or so, just to prove that i could, but all that talking made my head hurt so i went home and shook some more and cried. and then i had a cup of coffee and got all better instantly. it made the two weeks without booze go a lot faster, but it also made me a little suspicious, because if somebody told ME they were quitting i would give the dismayed response (see: Z, above), not express relief on behalf of their liver.
Posted by: anne at February 10, 2006 11:37 AM