I did it again. I was compelled to spending a night in my pit of hell – Manhattans.
The things I do for a good friend, on her birthday weekend.
AND I did it SOBER.
AND… I enjoyed it… Thoroughly!
I even danced about like a (semi) hooligan… it was relative to others, their alcohol intake, & the hour of the night. Particularly the leering men who would hop-bop-hip-jolt-pelvis-thrust their ways over to any & every girl, who would promptly run;
I ensured my mates’ all got home SAFELY;
I indulged in coherent conversations;
I ran commentary for all on the on-goings of my mate who was close to pounding into the bar counter some idiot looking for shite;
AND… I snogged some RANDOM guy whose name I do not know, but his nickname was emblazoned on his t-shirt;
AND my mate had to pull me out of the club at closing time – sober Champs was the last to leave!!
Ah yes, one month into being the other side of my Twenties, and so emerges a New Improved Champers – Champs Lite.
I had sipped on lovely Pinot Noir over a Sudada dinner of far too revealing stories. And then, between the hours of 10pm & 4am, all that I consumed was 2 ½ shooters, one glass of champagne, and probably more than a crate's worth of the club’s bottled water.
Why on earth?? I can hear you scratching your Monday-fuzzed heads. Did you follow the right link this morning? Is this really Champs the Heathen?
See…it is all training…for The Big Challenge….
The Big Challenge:
Starting May 10th 2007, for one month, I will be a Virgin Champagne. I will be Alcohol-Free. Suitable for people under 18 yrs and pregnant women.
I would have started now, but I decided on this madness a day after I paid a hefty amount to attend a wine tasting on May 9th. So for now it is about moderation.
The “Why” part of the question is slightly more complex and would have to involve its own posting. For now, I’ll explain it by: I am keen for some social-self-understanding-sans-social-lubricant. It has been about 8 years now that I have gradually made all things mind-altering part of my daily social life. This is not to say it has become a crutch or that my personality has been affected as a consequence. But one month without it should prove this. How much am I relying on alcohol, to have fun, to get through a weekend, to understand myself, to be my hooligan self.
Saturday is proving me right in that “I can stop anytime”.
Sunday’s “special” birthday cake…which the Birthday Lady refused to indulge in…and a bottle of red over evening Top Gun (You can be my wingman anytime…NO! YOU can be mine…) might just have undone all of it.
Bets now open.