I'm sorry, I won't be joining you this weekend. I can't go out with you gals tonight. No thanks, I don't need a glass of wine.
New year's eve I enjoyed vodka. A lot of vodka. And I had a blast with one of my best friends at an amazing show and a sleepover on her couch. I spent the majority of Sunday hungover. The final two months of 2011 were spent in a haze of booze and being social.
Drinking is a very social thing, especially for my age group and my friends. Don't get me wrong, my friends are great. They're all upstanding citizens that can handle their booze. I am not saying I cannot handle it, by the way. I handle it just fine. I just don't FEEL well afterwards. For about three days afterwards. I get into a sort of depressive funk. And the only way I feel to combat that funk is enjoy a glass, or four, of wine. I'm not joking. And then the weekend comes around and instead of going out for one drink, I find myself now doing shot, after shot. It's a vicious circle.
And I'm cutting it off. I'm not drinking. And to stop it where it begins, I'm going to attempt to be less social. To be honest, I can't be in a setting where my friends are enjoying a drink while I cannot. So I will say, I cannot join you for happy hour tonight. Wish me luck. Because I have little self control. And I love me some wine.