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.
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Somehow I am hearing the Milli Vanilli song "All or Nothing" in my head, despite the fact I'm listening to the sounds of the ocean from SeaSalt Radio. (I can't listen to singing when I'm trying to work.)
I did tie one resolution to the start of the new year: drinking less Diet Pepsi on a day-to-day basis. So far, so good. It ain't easy, and I'm substituting some caffeine-free Diet Sierra Mist for Diet Pepsi, but I'm trying to break the DP habit. It ain't cold turkey, but I'm a big fan of baby steps right now. Considering I was drinking at least 4 cans a day, relative success means a lot less DP consumed in a month. That can't be bad. But I digress.
not sure we can be friends, I'm a diet coke girl.
i was young and foolish once, too.
irony: i dislike regular diet coke, but i enjoy the cherry and lime versions of diet coke. why is that?
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