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Dry July Part trois

I'm feeling a Dry July coming on. I have categorically dismissed the music producer (he won't do as a summer fling), I need to focus on taking care of myself, discipline, blah, blah, blah....same as every July.

Can I do it once again?

Halfway

I'm halfway into Dry July. The one exception to the rule is that I can drink on dates (I've been dry).

It took a week or so to develop resistance toward the incredible urge to sling back a cocktail. Unfortunately, the side effects have been that I yawn profusely at night (or at parties) and that I can't fall asleep very well. You'd think not drinking would have the opposite effect.

Dry for July - Part Deux

I'm going dry for July again. Feel the need for a little discipline. My broken foot allowed for too many late nights and not enough exercise. Dry for 28 days like last time. I'm 6 days in. I can DO IT!!

Oh....those goals......

Reading back through some of my old posts, I realized I'm in the same situation as I was two springs ago.  Three of us gals have become newly single again, so its time to break out the summer goals of 2006 and live up to them.

I promise never to drink like that again

I went out and "tied one on last night." Could not make it to work today even if I had wanted to. I rate the hangover a 4.5.

Being newly single, I have to admit, it was quite a liberating experience, everything from the drinking to the hangover. Maybe cathartic is a better adjective to describe the experience.

Bad-itude adjustment

I'm trying to get a bad-itude adjustment. My day yesterday was split by a dirty martini but it ended in tears with two large sized vodka/cran cocktails, a slice of pizza and an entire bag of tortilla chips. Shit man! Things IS bad!

Ladiez who Lunch (alone)

My workday insisted on a mid-day cocktail. In fact, it insisted on a trip to church to pray (out of utter desperation), then a trip to ever-available, Liam, who provides the best dirty martini in town. See him at Jack's on 40th and 7th Ave. In fact, run there immediately! I don't even drink dirties, but his are de-lish! I've enough of a buzz to go for a second one after work.

I'm surprised how upbeat this post seems considering how I'm professionally depressed I am today.

Dategating

My pre-date ritual is blasting the soundtrack to Chicago (the movie) and doing shots of vodka. Would pre-date cocktails alone be considered dategating?

Or are the football jock and faghag in me crossing wires?

Dirty M

I'm having an afternoon cup of "office coffee." That's not a good sign. I'm counting the minutes until I can go for a big, fat, dirty martini at Jack's. Its a sans-atmosphere bar near my office but the bartender Liam makes a mean dirty martini. I wasn't even a martini drinker before I drank Liam's concoction.

Suddenly he's "my" bartender. I will only drink his martinis. Funny how we create pseudo-relationships with people that provide us pleasure. My loyalty factor leans toward creating such relationships. Its easy to do in a big city. You meet someone friendly who provides you with a regular product/service and suddenly, you're in a 'professional relationship.' You own him. He's your bartender.

I'm changing into slutwear after work. Not to attract unwanted attention but because its summer. My leopard print tank top needs some air. My Victoria Secret's shoes haven't been out of the box all summer. I've got a closet full of lingerie and no one to wear it for so I'm wearing it for myself.

Some chicks are all about the high end panties during the work week. Not me. I prefer them when I'm actually going out after work or meeting up with a date or for an evening that holds 'possibility.' Otherwise, no one in my office deserves my pheromones on a regular basis.

Its a dry summer....my matching bra and panties will have to be satisfied with a dirty martini.

Note to Self

Your blogging abilities are above posting such silly email nonsense about drinking but since you are in a moment of weakness, having held out for a full 27 days, I forgive you. Smooch!