It’s no secret that I have a fondness for gin. It started in law school. I worked full time and attended classes at night. Getting home around 10:00 I found it a quick way to round the edges of the day’s stress and get to bed in time to do it all over again. Ever since then most evenings end with one or two (and sometimes three) martinis on the rocks. I once watched an “ex” order a martini during happy hour. He looked at me and said; “I blame this on you, Michael”.
I have colossal respect for my friends in recovery. I wouldn’t describe my behavior as addictive. But I know some would disagree.
Inspired by my friend Nancy I’m observing Drynuary – a month free of alcohol. She makes a good case in her Blog:
My main takeaway was how many adults old enough to know better still drink like college students, with the multiple rounds of Fireball shots, the mixing of beer and vodka and all sorts of vile crap, all served in plastic cups in horrible bars.
My second takeaway is that there’s nothing more boring, and intolerable, as a drunk. I’ve known a few, and that glassy-eyed stare they get brings back unpleasant memories.
Days 1-3 total fail. So I’m going public in hopes that fear of humiliation will increase the likelihood of success.
Here’s a story from the New York Times about someone who has been doing this for years.
I’ll keep you posted.