So, after hosting a wildly over-the-top yet surprisingly drama-free 25th birthday for myself and 80 of my closest friends, with an open bar (but a NO SHOTS restriction (thanks mom)), and transportation for all 80 of us to a bar after the boat cruise was over, I decided to maybe take a few days or maybe a week or two off the bottle. I mean, it wouldn't do me any harm to "just say no" for a few short weeks... right?
I am not sure if it was the MANY touchdowns I took, the fact that I decided to take 15 people home from the bar back to my parents house, or if it was the smart decision to open a few bottles of wine, break out the brewskiis from the beer fridge, start mixin' my filthy martini's at 3:30 am around the kitchen island which is also known as the "family continent" and start telling stories, that I decided to take a small hiatus from the bottle. It was enough to ruin anyone... no really, just ask my sister. Actually, don't... very messy.
Anyway, given the "balls to the wall" approach I took to my 25th birthday celebration, I thought a long break would be great for the FLMHT temple and her liver.
Well... it's 6 days post party, and I have had 2 cocktails every night of the week.
The Good News: I am not dependent upon alcohol to live my life, go to bed at night, or meet boys. I do that just fine sober.... A LOT.
The Bad News: Any chance of the "BOTTLE HIATUS" I had built up in my mind that would be soooooo good for the FLMHT Temple, didn't even make it past Monday happy hour.
What was I thinking convincing myself that I would be able to turn down that fabulous Cabernet at Dinner on Tuesday that I wasn't going to see the bill for? And that murky, filthy ohhh soo olive filled martini I sipped on people watching in "bellview" the other night, not a chance I was passing that up! Mr. Mondavi and Dr. Grey Goose, you win this time.
Maybe I would be better at a chocolate hiatus??
Friday, January 22, 2010
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