I used to have a rule that I could only drink on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
But before I knew it, I’d end up with a giant mixed drink in hand some Saturday at 2PM, realizing that I wasn’t actually that interested in drinking. Naturally I’d consume it anyway. You can’t put it in the fridge, the ice will melt.
Anyway, so this went on for a while. I’d drink because I could. It was a pattern. I didn’t much care for it…
So I replaced the weekends only rule with the “I need a drink” rule, designed instead to help keep me from treating alcohol like a crutch.
The rule is that if at any time during the day, I find myself seriously thinking or saying “I need a drink” in response to something frustrating, saddening, aggravating, or otherwise psychologically habit-forming, I can’t drink that night. Otherwise I can drink whenever I please.
I find myself drinking far less and much fancier stuff these days. I can buy way nicer bottles because they last more than a couple weeks. Instead of banging out a handle of Sobieski, I can nurse a fifth of Four Roses Single Barrel or Mezcal Bozal for three months.
But tonight it’s metamucil and then a cup of herbal tea because my fat ass is prediabetic and I don’t wanna be up all night peeing because of too many carbs and sugar. I do really want a bottle of sangria and a pizza though.
@unksol I just thought “this fucking birds about to catch this .45” was about a literal bird, one that’s waking him up with a hangover; I don’t love that line either but I didn’t think he meant a person…?
@wooterondo My first, only, and extremely final experience with kombucha was courtesy of a"friend" not telling me what it was. I was up all night, parked on the throne with diarrhea. My gut wasn’t happy with me for it at least another 2 days. YMMV, but I will absolutely not be trying it again.