But it's not been plain sailing. The most suprising side is the range of other people's reactions to my month of dryness.
"I'll do it too"
My boyfriend. My heart overflowed with his support. He lasted a stunning 48 hours before beer lured him back over to the dark side. Lamo."OK you can drive, and pick my friends up on the way"
Also my boyfriend. Grr... OK. But I'm going to remind you of this every time I want to have a drink on a night out for the next few months. Evil laugh."Why?"
I launch into a complicated explanation of my health kick, gym going and past over-indulgences. Massive information overdose. Oh, your eyes are glazing over."You are so disciplined" accompanied with wide-eyed blinks of awe.
Er... I'm definitely not disciplined, or I wouldn't be giving up booze in the first place, and I wouldn't be telling everyone to make sure that they don't tempt me. Luckily loss of pride hurts more than temptation. And honestly, it's not that hard when all's said and done - you'd be surprised - maybe you should try it. No?"What do you want to drink?"
Honestly? I want beer. But I guess I'll have a soda water. Yay water."You want a glass of wine? Oh no... sorry... forgot you aren't drinking" Thick tones of pity
Yeah. Woo. No... coke is also not on the cards. I guess I'll have tap water. Yay water."Go on... try my drink. Mmmm." accompanied by an alcoholic drink wafted under my nose and sipping noises.
Seriously?! This one is the worst. I have no words.It's hard work not drinking. I've got newfound sympathy for my best friend, who is teetotal. The worst is people who think you won't/can't have fun because you aren't mildly stewed. For me? Probably an element of truth... sometimes I'm hilarious when I've had a few. But other times I'm also grumpy, sleepy or just pretty much the same as without. I figure being a cheap date and my taxi skills make up for any potential loss of comedic slapstick that may occur when I trip over the table and flash my knickers.

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