Searilly Ossifer
52. Drink no alcohol for two weeks.
You know, I don't really drink that much anymore. Not like the drunk that lasted 3 years. Nowhere near that! Seriously, I drank at least a half dozen and usually many many more beer every day of the week. I no longer had the appearance of being drunk, but just the same all the time. It was a bad phase. Then there were years when I may have only drank on a couple of occasions throughout the entire year. I was an easy drunk then. And now, another phase. I love red wine with food. I love red wine with conversation. I love red wine with sappy movies. I love red wine with reality television. I love red wine while I'm relaxing. I like to have one glass with the evening meal. Just one, not the whole bottle. This practice is even supposed to have health benefits. Still I figured weeks went by without me having any wine or alcohol of any kind, but I never kept track, so I couldn't be sure. Now, I'm sure. Two weeks, easy peezy. No big deal. Now I know. I might love it, but that's not a bad thing. I'm not sloshed every day or even once a week or two weeks . . . now where's my corkscrew :-)
You know, I don't really drink that much anymore. Not like the drunk that lasted 3 years. Nowhere near that! Seriously, I drank at least a half dozen and usually many many more beer every day of the week. I no longer had the appearance of being drunk, but just the same all the time. It was a bad phase. Then there were years when I may have only drank on a couple of occasions throughout the entire year. I was an easy drunk then. And now, another phase. I love red wine with food. I love red wine with conversation. I love red wine with sappy movies. I love red wine with reality television. I love red wine while I'm relaxing. I like to have one glass with the evening meal. Just one, not the whole bottle. This practice is even supposed to have health benefits. Still I figured weeks went by without me having any wine or alcohol of any kind, but I never kept track, so I couldn't be sure. Now, I'm sure. Two weeks, easy peezy. No big deal. Now I know. I might love it, but that's not a bad thing. I'm not sloshed every day or even once a week or two weeks . . . now where's my corkscrew :-)
1 Comments:
At 10/26/2006 9:55 a.m., Simply Kel said…
Exactly! Red wine is the whipped cream of life. If only I loved life less, perhaps I wouldn't want to top it off at every turn to make it extra special.
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