Off I head to my last drinks party for a while…..
Well as I go off on my bike with my favourite bottle of Italian wine in my basket… to the house of old friends for a birthday apero ….. I am feeling fairly okay. I feel like I am saying goodbye to an old friend. Because whilst I am telling myself that it is only a 100 day experiment, I am afraid that it will turn out that I like it so much that I stay away. Every thought which comes into my head which is rocking me slightly, causing me to feel like the odd one out, causing me to think life is going to be boring and I am going to wear pastel frilly shirts for the rest of my life… all these thoughts I am banishing with my fuck you wolfie mantra. It is possible to be cool and fit in and one of the crowd and enjoy life without the buzz of alcohol sheening over reality like a lying blanket. The following is the little pledge I do to Belle in order for her to become my penpal for the next year…..
“I will not drink for 100 days. No matter what. I can cry, but I will not drink. I can go to bed or go home early. I might feel distressed … but I will not drink. Bad things might happen, but I will not drink. Incredibly shitty things may happen to someone around me, or my neighbour, or my friend’s friend’s grandmother. But there will be no booze. Funerals? Weddings? Amputation? I’m not drinking for 100 days no matter what happens … No matter what.”
What a thing to pledge. But I am holding my breath and diving in from 1 August 2018. Byeeeee.