Yesterday was my 6 month anniversary. If someone had told me a couple of years ago they had gone 6 months not drinking I would have thought they were set, that it was all clear sailing from then on. However, from going 5 months last year and then slipping up I know there is no... Continue Reading →
The funny thing about quitting booze is that you simultaneously don’t feel like going out all the time but you also don’t want to be left out. The other night I was sitting on the bed whilst my partner was getting dressed to head out for the evening. ‘Now that you are leaving I feel... Continue Reading →
Last night I went to a comedy show with my brother. I was thinking how I probably wouldn’t have bothered to go when I was drinking, or if I did I would drink excessively and not really remember it. I would have needed a drink, and the enjoyment of the comedians would have been eclipsed... Continue Reading →
I never want to go to work conferences, or work dinners, or anything out of work hours really. Sober, drunk, it doesn't matter, I just don't want to go. However, previously drinking made them more bearable. On the night that is, definitely not the next day. Possibly my loathing is a product of the jobs... Continue Reading →
The other night I went to a dinner party with my partner. It was a couples dinner party. Just a normal one, not a throw your keys in a bowl type. As per my usual, by the afternoon of the event I was less than enthused to go, and was thinking how nice it would... Continue Reading →
Tonight I went to Dancing in the Dark. For those unfamiliar with the concept the title is pretty self-explanatory: you dance in the dark to music with a bunch of people. Funnily enough, I actually didn’t take the title so literally, and had thought it was broadly referring to dancing during the night-time, which indeed... Continue Reading →
After work the other night I rushed to meet my friends at a trendy Vietnamese restaurant on the other side of town. It was a Wednesday, and my work day had been very bearable with no major meltdowns or series of vacant stares out the window praying for freedom (usually these feelings were reserved for... Continue Reading →
Last Friday night I headed to the airport after work as I was flying to Sydney to meet one of my closest friends. It had been a long week, and even though I was excited to see my friend, I could have just as easily gone home, put on my trackie pants and had an uneventful... Continue Reading →
The last time I hadn’t had a drink on holiday I must have been eighteen. Perhaps even seventeen. Regardless, we are talking decades, not just a few years. I didn’t really even think it was possible. It was ingrained in my psyche that holiday equates to drinking (holiday + drinking = good times etc.). Gosh... Continue Reading →
