It is a beautiful clear day in Wisconsin, the sun is shining, the temperature is approaching 40 degrees. I wake up feeling hopeful. I survived my first friday sans AL. I brace myself for the next big hurdle, not knowing exactly when it will come.
The phone rings. My once nightly drinking buddy/best friend is calling. She sounds elated by the promise of the day. I think to myself that maybe, just maybe I will be able to see her. My hopes are quickly dashed when she invites me to brunch. When we say 'brunch' in Wisco we are not necessarily talking eggs. On the weekends we go to brunch and order tall delicious STRONG bloody marys and (free) beer chasers with our eggs. Sometimes my eggs grow cold as we collectively order another round. The waiter doesnt flinch, vodka and brunch is socially accepted here on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Even my parents do it! Before I know it I am pleasantly drunk, and stagger out into the day. The day no longer holds promise because once buzzed, I can only continue to drink (if I can get away with it) or take a nap. Next thing I know, the day is gone. Its time for wine with dinner and making plans to meet friends at the bars for still more drinks. Beer and shots of Jameson most likely. And then Sunday comes and we do it all over again.
But not today. Things have changed for me (I hope). Today I made brunch at home, drank tea and took some of that l-glut stuff. Feeling slightly ashamed for having cravings at noon. But then again, when is the last time I went 4 days sans AL? I cant recall.
So I ask myself, since the day still holds possibility, whatever will I do? Who am I without alcohol? I know one thing though. I am desperate and determined to find out.
Liath
The phone rings. My once nightly drinking buddy/best friend is calling. She sounds elated by the promise of the day. I think to myself that maybe, just maybe I will be able to see her. My hopes are quickly dashed when she invites me to brunch. When we say 'brunch' in Wisco we are not necessarily talking eggs. On the weekends we go to brunch and order tall delicious STRONG bloody marys and (free) beer chasers with our eggs. Sometimes my eggs grow cold as we collectively order another round. The waiter doesnt flinch, vodka and brunch is socially accepted here on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Even my parents do it! Before I know it I am pleasantly drunk, and stagger out into the day. The day no longer holds promise because once buzzed, I can only continue to drink (if I can get away with it) or take a nap. Next thing I know, the day is gone. Its time for wine with dinner and making plans to meet friends at the bars for still more drinks. Beer and shots of Jameson most likely. And then Sunday comes and we do it all over again.
But not today. Things have changed for me (I hope). Today I made brunch at home, drank tea and took some of that l-glut stuff. Feeling slightly ashamed for having cravings at noon. But then again, when is the last time I went 4 days sans AL? I cant recall.
So I ask myself, since the day still holds possibility, whatever will I do? Who am I without alcohol? I know one thing though. I am desperate and determined to find out.
Liath
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