It was never about quitting drinking.
I know every couple months I say I’m going to quit drinking.
Truth is, there was never a need to quit because I don’t drink.
I used to drink a lot in HS [but who didn’t]. Not fancy cocktails. I mean, dude. We were HS kids. We do what all HS kids do. Swig blue top Smirnoff vodka and chase it with coke. Then move on to swigging Henessey and donald duck OJ. And then I stopped because like everything else. I get really into it, want to go extreme, and once I get that then I’m bored.
So anyway, last year I went to my first bar and my good friend at the time introduced me to Sex on the Beaches. Not literally. I was with my then bf at the time who I pretty much hated so I drowned myself in alcohol. In fact, the longer I was with him the more I drank and thanks to the many people that introduced me to the wonders of fruity alcohol - this was going to be great!
I hate going out. I hate drinking. I hate going out to drink even more. I’m pretty much a natural high kind of person. “Going out for drinks to me” equals a lemonade and splitting an appetizer. Natural high people. I entertain myself just fine.
I finally realized that I only drank because I either hated my company or I was bored out of my mind [same thing really.] Sometimes I’ll drink a beer to be a good sport but I don’t enjoy drinking excessively. Once you see me knocking back two or more drinks, it means I’m trying to get as wasted as possible.
So be warned. If I’m drinking around you, I secretly hate your guts. And this is my food coma rant of the day. Damn you Zankou chicken.
