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Best Quote of the Weekend

A friend's text regarding my late night trapeze class on Saturday:

"Stop swinging on ropes and come drink!"

Dry July Part Quatre

Well its July Dry Part Quatre. This will be my fourth and I don't even know how to count to four in French. Seems to roll around every year where I become so disgusted with my drinking self that I have to go dry in July.

I might do a soft opening and allow myself to roll through the holiday weekend with cocktails. All I know is it might be a Dry July but maybe a bit more high this summer.

Whiskey kicked my ass

I am turning into a whiskey girl. After years as a vodka girl, I wonder if this is a sign of maturity. If it is, I'm not sure I can handle it....just yet. I rocked a five star hangover yesterday, barely leaving the bed. My brother kept telling me to drink coconut water. Problem was, there was none in my fridge and there was no way I could even make it down the steps of my apartment, much less to the deli.

Coffeeshop boyfriend brought me home and managed my mess the night before. At one point when he was in the kitchen and I was in the bathroom (on my knees hanging over the toilet), he commented, "Well this is not really fun for me." I vaguely remember lifting my head, staring at the toilet lid thinking, "Really, does this guy think this is fun for ME?"

I was surprised to find him on my couch in the morning with his sneakers still on. He stuck it out over night. Sigh...I guess I owe him one.

Dress Contest

Despite having the cutest dress at the party I went to the other night, I did not win the "Can I take you to dinner in that amazing dress?" contest. Instead, having starved to death at the first party, I ran off to another.

Here is a text message exchange with a girlfriend who ran off to a second, separate party:

Me: "I am shoving food in my mouth like a crazy person. Me, in my pretty dress, eating like a fucking pig!!"

Her: "Ha! I wish I was eating. But I am chewing gum and drinking. I'll be shit faced in one drink."

How old are we again that we are going to parties where they do not even serve anything to nibble on?

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!