Or, "Man I'm cutting back on the hard stuff."
I'm probably the king of making hungover, completely false, grand declarations of impending sobriety.
"So, you drinking again tonight Jack?"
" Nah man. I'm taking the next few nights off, Friday included. I need to get back in the business of being "me",
Then comes Friday and the same person will run into me at a bar, a lit cigarette in my mouth, one unlit cigarette in the ashtray, two half-finished orange crushes on the table, a full Coors Light in one hand and a rocks glass with some conspicuously brownish colored melted ice at the bottom in my other hand, saying something along the lines of, "Hey there smegggillibrushhh, comeeeanghettta a shot wit meh!"
Then the next morning it's all, "Fuck, this is fucking it! No more Jack. Grab the bull by the horns and lock it up! Time to clean up big guy."
It's a vicious twenty-something cycle that I'm sure a good 50 percent of us go through.
I say this as I'm taking a self-imposed exile at my step-dad's river house for the night. A particularly nasty bender this past weekend (notice the lack of posting and the "deleted" post from Friday) has put me firmly on the water wagon. It's all gym time and healthy eating for a few weeks. I'm looking out for numero uno. Gonna clear my head and write and use the rare few hours that I'm not bar tending to be productive. No more sleeping 12 hours a day. This is the turning point! This is the first day of the rest of my life!
Although I do have off Friday night. I mean, I guess one or two happy hour cocktails wouldn't kill me.... Right? I can go home early and sober on a Friday...
Yeah, uhh, not even in my wildest dreams is that possible.