We’ve all been there. Whether it’s a fun night of going out, a night in with friends, a dinner with...
"Today I would've had 7 years sober."
No beer bottles? No problem!
No hangover, no problem.
Non-alcoholic drinks mean no hangovers.
"Sober" is so raw.
Here's what she had to say about it.
For six months, I didn’t take a sip of alcohol. I didn’t plan for my hiatus to be for...
Birthdays are more fun when you remember them.
Haven't you heard? Drinking is the new shopping? Or shopping is the new drinking? Or...okay. The point is now you get to drink when you shop.
In the past year, I passed through the rookie stage of drinking. You know, getting over the fact that drinking isn’t such a big deal after all (I know some may beg to differ, which I totally respect, but step off for a sec, darlings) and then advancing into classic teen movie, drink up mode. It was like I was Cady Heron (a la Mean Girls) being de-innocentized, except minus The Plastics.
You know those hermits you hear about that live in caves, hunt wild animals, and never cut their beards? Well, whenever I come home during a break from school, I give them a run for their money (minus the wild animal and beard parts - I like my meat cooked and my face fuzz-free). When I'm home, I hang out with my family and might make it to lunch with some friends a few times, but that's pretty much the extent of my human interaction.
It's here. My final sober weekend. Even though this month has flown by and been not only easy, but totally productive, I am at the point where I am truly glad it's over. For the most part, going stone cold sober hasn't really been as challenging as I expected it to be. But that all changed on Wednesday. I don't know if it was the playlist was I listening to or the stress mounting, but I hit a wall and for the first time in 25 days, all I wanted was a giant cocktail.