Yes, I know that title probably sounds like the section of a pamphlet you receive during your first week of college, probably followed up by a section on “Why Being A Drunk Female Alone At Night Will Kill You (And How!)” or examples of what “one drink” constitutes in unrealistically tiny containers. But it’s unfortunately something I’ve been thinking quite a bit about lately, as I haven’t been drunk in over a month. Intentionally.
For most people, this isn’t a huge deal. But for me, this is both depressing and out of character. The majority of my friends — and probably a lot of strangers, to be honest — know me as quite the lush. I’ve had a nightcap or seven nearly every evening for the past few years, whether I was partying or out on a date or studying for finals at the library. As long as I didn’t have any driving to do, I was most likely drunk by 8 or 9pm. I had a job, did well in school, had several hobbies and downed about 1.75L of vodka per week.
But, long story short, that’s just not feasible health-wise, work-wise or financially for me anymore, which has resulted in stepping on the booze brakes for the time being. I am also not always a “fun drunk,” so this is likely for the best.