This weekend I was swimming in liquor. Friday the proveribial gun was cocked and loaded. I was ready for the week to come to a close and I was ready for sushi and beers. My neck was hurting and I have been on this strict diet consuming less than 1900 calories a day. At the sushi restaurant I drank down 2 Sapporos and 2 oz Saki but that's not including the Vicoden I popped before hand. When I got home I poured 1 glass of wine and followed it up with a couple glasses of whiskey. Mind you I had to get up at 4 AM to go snowboarding the following morning.
Saturday I barely woke up feeling very tired due to getting to bed late. Anyway I snowboarded from 7:30 AM to 12:00 noon before heading back home. I showered and crashed out for a couple hours. My motivation level was low because I was still wiped out from snowboarding and all I wanted was to spend a mellow evening alone. After waking up I made some food and uncorked the wine from the night before - there was still a whole bottle left. I emptied the bottle while I watched Supersize Me with my room mate. After finishing the wine I moved onto the whiskey and poured some into the wine glass I had rinsed out. Then the phone rang. It was my cousin. She and her boyfriend were on their way over with beers. After about 5-6 oz's of whiskey they arrived and handed me a beer. I was definitely beginning to lose a sense of coordination and time. They suggested going out for some mexican food so I went along with them. Once there I ordered a margarita and a burrito. I was so fucking full from that burrito I felt like I was going to vomit just to lose some of the mass I had just consumed. I never got sick. I lose all sequence of events after that point and wondered what I had done the night before. Sunday would be different with no alcohol - right? Wrong.
After sleeping in till noon I got up to shower and did some grocery shopping to replenish the healthy food supply. At Trader Joe's I broke down and bought two bottles of wine. That night I polished off a bottle effortlessly. I refrained from moving into the realm of whiskey or beers. Instead I loaded up a bong and took two rips. I hadn't smoked for a few weeks. I rarely smoke but I must say that afterward I lost all desire for alcohol.
When will this end? I have seriously been thinking of going to a hypnotist to have my desire to drink alcohol removed. That seems so un-natural in a strange way but I know if it can help me be more productive what can hurt?
Well gents, swill a couple for me this evening.