a month

I celebrated a month of sobriety on Sunday! 30 whole days!

My friends got into town Friday night and then we spent Saturday doing all kinds of things. We went to breakfast at my favorite diner, walked to the lake, walked to Andersonville, then we went down to Navy Pier to check out the Green Festival (but it was $12 to get in, so we just got coffee and then went to find a some decent french fries). After we got back north from Navy Pier, we rested for an hour at my house and then went to meet another friend for dinner, whom I haven't seen in ages, even though we live in the same city. I should hang out with her more. Anyway, then after dinner we went to a show at the Empty Bottle. We saw this band I like, Suckers, and it was a pretty good show aside from this really annoying drunk chick that kept dancing into my friend. I think I like going to shows sober better. I remember everything and don't spend as much money, and don't feel like shit the next day.

Last night I experimented, and I kind of feel bad about it, but it's done. I tried to drink a glass of wine after dinner. Shiraz, which used to be one of my favorite kinds of wine. I couldn't stand the taste of it. I thought maybe it had turned or something, but it smelled fine, and it didn't taste peppery or vinegary like turned wine, it just tasted strong... and kind of like the taste you get in your mouth if you drink orange juice right after brushing your teeth. Terrible. Makes me wonder if I ever really liked wine in the first place? How did I get started on it? Actually, I remember having to choke it down when I first started drinking it at my parents house in Dove Creek. I wasn't drinking it for the taste, I was drinking it for the desired effect. Stupid.

I'm not going to count last night's experiment as a relapse. I didn't get drunk. I didn't even finish my glass of wine. I wasn't experiencing any outlandish cravings after and I'm not having them today.

Anyway, that's that. Onward ho!