Teasing Myself

So I had a lazy day.  I sauntered around the house.  "Had to" go down two flights of apartment complex steps to get my now wrinkled laundry from the laundry room.  I basically felt like shit....

Today was the day to change.

I started with coffee at my local shoppe and got online for a bit.  Perfectly good way to spend a day off.  Then I get my first intriguing text: "Happy Hour??"

"No thanks," I respond.  "I'm not drinking for two weeks."

A seriously pause screaming WHAT THE FUCK came from both his phone and mine.  My best drinking buddy's jaw was then picked off the floor as he texts back, "Uh, since when. Why?"  I told him the story and my reasoning and said I'd join him anyway.  To which he responded with a "Hells no can I drink with a Sober Susie."  Hm.  So I say "Then what else can we do?"

... WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO.

Ever realized that you'd plan a wine accompaniment to almost anything?  THINK ABOUT IT.  Preparatory "to go" drinks for a night out of drinking with the pals?  Like you aren't going to get buzzed fast enough already at the lounge?  I mean honestly, anything I do outside of work and sleep either involves an espresso or a cocktail.  Do people ever sit with nothing?  Bottle de aqua para me?  I honestly blame it on my need to be a "consumer" yet constantly be out experiencing the city.  A girlfriend of mine used to be the "water girl."  Call it fear of driving after even one drink, or just being cheap, but that girl felt absolutely no guilt for just sitting.  Well someone has to be the patron!  I said: "Uh... I can't keep spending all the money so we have a reason to dress up and come out."  Maybe some people never really think of it that way, but I was in the "industry" and felt consumer guilt.  So that's my excuse: "I have to get something... might as well be vodka."  Yummy...

AH.  Anyway.  I ended up meeting for happy hour.  I WAS GOOD!  I drank a water, and watched friend Charles down two Vodka Redbulls.  Then the inevitable happened, "I'm hungry, feel like sushi?"  "Well actually I just treated myself to a really good seafood entree at Square One Brewery.  Not drinking means I can afford entrees not fried crap."  "Well, I'm going to Sub Zero if you wanna go."

Well shit.  Of course I had nothing else to do.   Dishes or going to a great restaurant and bar.

So at Sub Zero we sat.  Poor bartender had to brew coffee for me.  (I was that bitch.)  WHY did we come here I asked myself.  My favorite vodka bar.  As the bartender exquisitely crafted each shaken cocktail, I noticed my legs were shaking under my bar stool.   Where did that sudden head ache come from?  Fuck my life this was a dumb idea...

But you know, after some great gelato (albeit Bailey's flavored) and some yummy kung fu rolls, I was satisfied.   Sure I had to smell Charles' La Crema Chardonnay.  I'm an enthusiast....

After dessert at Coffee Cartel, I was fine.  But really, what a dumb day one though.  Bottom line, I had fun, and got helpful advice from the Sub Zero bartender: "If you are trying to cut down on drinking, you're in the wrong place girl."

Note to self.