I dislike January.
A dreadful month for several reasons, though none more aggravating than this.
Mikey stops drinking on January 1st every year.
He calls it the Noah’s Ark diet and got the idea from our friend Frank.
40 days and 40 nights… no drinky-poo’s.
His New Year’s Eve birthday wraps up a 2 month holiday season of excessive eating and drinking, and then he abruptly stops.
Mike doesn’t do it because he has to, or even because he wants to.
He does it just to make sure he can!
Not a bad idea…
Unless you live with him.
We were at a party last weekend and I actually overheard someone say “You’re an asshole when you don’t drink”.
Hmmmm… no one ever says that to me.
This year, in the spirit of solidarity, I too have given up the hooch.
Although only for the month of January.
31 days is plenty in my book.
I’m halfway home; it’s day seventeen.
A snowy Saturday evening here, we’re hunkered down after a great meal.
But something is missing…
The simple enjoyment of a nice dry red.
Man do I love February.
2 comments:
In the interest of solidarity, I will refrain from inviting you to "volleyball mom" drinking marathons during the month of January. I will, however, have no compunction in offering you many adult beverages in Omaha. 12 days and counting.......
Kel... I've already got a magnum of something called "Twisted Lot" put away for the Omaha trip. It has a funky "purple" label and the most horrible description of wine I think I've ever seen. Let me share with you what you have to look forward to...
"Have you ever had a blueberry drenched in cherry juice, then crushed by a big blackberry and powdered with chocolate? If not, taste Twisted Merlot! Lots of jammy fruit will ride your palate and just won't stop."
"Jammy fruit riding what?" Geesh... it's starting to sound a bit pornish! Wine like this might keep me on the wagon. Let's not get too far from the commode when we break this bad boy open! Just sayin...
Oh and btw... a friend (foe?) brought this to us at Thanksgiving; I did not purchase it myself!!!
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