I think I fell into a shitty pattern when it came to drinking recently. I think I'm a little lonely and a good excuse to get out of the house and have some company is by grabbing a drink. The past two weeks of not drinking have been really good, and I plan on sticking with the changes I've made. But I'm not an alcoholic, it's as simple as that.
I think turning 29 freaked me out more than I expected it to, and I suspect that has a lot to do with my booze freak-out. But I sipped a beer with a friend on Saturday afternoon, a cold Belgium ale in a frosty glass, and then went home and took a nap. And that was it. And I remembered that I do that a lot more often than I try to keep up with my (much larger) friends at a dive bar and end up hungover as fuck the next day. I'm a small girl. Two beers are a lot for me, really.
So that's that , it seems. I don't need booze, but it does help me with that whole social anxiety issue. But I went on a date yesterday, and without the aid of alcohol or Xanax (just a ton of coffee) it went well...really well, actually. Really "I'm looking forward to seeing him again and even though I was super nervous I didn't make a fool out of myself" well. So that's good.
Sipping on gin and juice (minus the gin)*
*photo by Jonah Ray