I’ll start out by saying I fucking love drinking and I’ve loved it since the age of 15. My father is an alcoholic and my mother imbibes to relieve the existential dread that comes along with life. Needless to say, since I can remember, my life has been surrounded by some form of alcohol consumption. My best friendships and relationships have been built around alcohol. Having dionysian adventures because the social lubricant lets us talk to strangers and share deep moments with each other, enjoying concerts, travel, and just the mundane aspects of life. It got to a point where I began dating the bartender at my favorite local bar which happens to be one of the most popular bars in my city.
The allure of dating the hot bartender that everyone was trying to hook up with was difficult to walk away from. Endless free $17 cocktails and bumps made it even harder. I was lost in the world of regulars, the hair of the dog, and the fuzzy warm evenings that seemed to blend endlessly together.
My career began to take its next step and it forced me to take a hard look at myself. The bloated, balding, and wrinkled face that looked back at me in the mirror was disappointed in how far I had let myself go. No person in their mid 20’s, hell even 30’s/40’s should look or feel like this. I dialed it back and stopped dating the hot bartender who woke up with withdrawal tremors every morning. I’m now in great physical/cognitive shape and I can’t tell you how good it’s felt. Yes, I still binge but I’m selective when I do. I always ask if the juice is worth the squeeze now. Just wanted to share my experience. CHAIRS