Half way!
Wow, turned the channel to Juice Tv, and the lyrics I heard was “Hungover, I’m hungover..”. Pretty sure the actual lyrics were, “Over, I’m over you…”
So day 15, half way point in my one long and lonely month of being sober. To say that alcohol hasn’t been on the brain, or that I don’t miss it sometimes would be a lie. I think the age old saying, “you always want what you can’t have” doesn’t just apply to Dan Carter, but also when you try and give something up.
I went out to dinner with my flat mate last night, and we got offered to take a look at the wine list. I reluctantly replied no. A glass of crisp and fruity sav blanc would’ve gone down a treat. The table across from us were drinking Monteith’s original, and a glass of beer has never looked so sexy. Served in an ice cold long glass with an inch of white and frothy head on top. Desire works in mysterious ways.
Sometimes I think that this month would be easier if I was in a serious relationship. Looking back on the relationships I’ve had, I’m pretty sure I drink less but eat a whole lot more when I’m in a relationship. My weekends are filled with ice cream and popcorn movie going, more than shouting SHOT, SHOT-SHOT, SHOT, SHOT at the bar. I would have someone to be lame with.
This of course is unfair, I do have people to be lame with, my friends Danielle, and Gavin are also doing one month without alcohol, but it’s not the same as cuddling up on the couch with a special someone. When you are single you kind of feel slightly obligated to go out on the weekends and get drunk. This is how relationships start isn’t it? I’m not suggesting that the reason that I drink is to meet someone, but it certainly makes situations where there is a possibility of meeting someone easier.
As one of my sober excursions, I went to snow planet on “ladies night” and was surprised to find the amount of men there. Who needs bars to pick up women when you have snow planet right? I had such a “Bridget Jones” moment and ruined any such encounter. I had just strapped on my board, and a very attractive French guy started talking to me. And you know, I kind of made it out that I am quite good at snowboarding, even dropped it into the conversation that I had done a season in Canada bla, bla. As we were skating towards the lift, I felt that something didn’t feel right but was staring too intently at Frenchies green eyes to think about it too much. He chivalrously offered for me to go first, and as soon as I grabbed the puma, I fell straight on my ass, tried again, and the same thing. Frenchie looked at me with pity and went on up the mountain. Eventually I discovered that I was trying to go up the lift backwards! I usually have my right foot in front, and I was trying to go up with my left. Frenchie left before I could show off that I could actually snowboard.
So unfortunately this isn’t going to be a, see, you don’t need alcohol to meet someone, post.
It really hasn’t been that bad though. I like getting to know my sober self. P.s. Stephen Hawkin’s is getting way too complex - perhaps in the alternative universe where I don’t drink alcohol, I’m a pro snowboarder instead?
So day 15, half way point in my one long and lonely month of being sober. To say that alcohol hasn’t been on the brain, or that I don’t miss it sometimes would be a lie. I think the age old saying, “you always want what you can’t have” doesn’t just apply to Dan Carter, but also when you try and give something up.
I went out to dinner with my flat mate last night, and we got offered to take a look at the wine list. I reluctantly replied no. A glass of crisp and fruity sav blanc would’ve gone down a treat. The table across from us were drinking Monteith’s original, and a glass of beer has never looked so sexy. Served in an ice cold long glass with an inch of white and frothy head on top. Desire works in mysterious ways.
Sometimes I think that this month would be easier if I was in a serious relationship. Looking back on the relationships I’ve had, I’m pretty sure I drink less but eat a whole lot more when I’m in a relationship. My weekends are filled with ice cream and popcorn movie going, more than shouting SHOT, SHOT-SHOT, SHOT, SHOT at the bar. I would have someone to be lame with.
This of course is unfair, I do have people to be lame with, my friends Danielle, and Gavin are also doing one month without alcohol, but it’s not the same as cuddling up on the couch with a special someone. When you are single you kind of feel slightly obligated to go out on the weekends and get drunk. This is how relationships start isn’t it? I’m not suggesting that the reason that I drink is to meet someone, but it certainly makes situations where there is a possibility of meeting someone easier.
As one of my sober excursions, I went to snow planet on “ladies night” and was surprised to find the amount of men there. Who needs bars to pick up women when you have snow planet right? I had such a “Bridget Jones” moment and ruined any such encounter. I had just strapped on my board, and a very attractive French guy started talking to me. And you know, I kind of made it out that I am quite good at snowboarding, even dropped it into the conversation that I had done a season in Canada bla, bla. As we were skating towards the lift, I felt that something didn’t feel right but was staring too intently at Frenchies green eyes to think about it too much. He chivalrously offered for me to go first, and as soon as I grabbed the puma, I fell straight on my ass, tried again, and the same thing. Frenchie looked at me with pity and went on up the mountain. Eventually I discovered that I was trying to go up the lift backwards! I usually have my right foot in front, and I was trying to go up with my left. Frenchie left before I could show off that I could actually snowboard.
So unfortunately this isn’t going to be a, see, you don’t need alcohol to meet someone, post.
It really hasn’t been that bad though. I like getting to know my sober self. P.s. Stephen Hawkin’s is getting way too complex - perhaps in the alternative universe where I don’t drink alcohol, I’m a pro snowboarder instead?
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