Interventions
My friends are worried about me.
Three years ago around this time, Jeremy famously tried to stage a one-man intervention regarding my drinking. In a bar. While we were out for drinks. Maybe not in the best place or at all necessary, but his heart was in the right place.
My friends here in Australia are currently thinking about also staging an intervention - but because I won’t drink. For some inexplicable reason I’ve felt no desire at all to drink alcohol since last Sunday.
I went out twice this week so I had a couple of drinks, and I tried to get a couple down last night at Ruth’s party (from which I’ve just returned home at 5pm, jesus), but there was no joie de vive. I was just going through the motions. Sigh.
I’m afraid I’ve lost my taste for the stuff.
My friends aren’t terribly pleased - Ruth told me point blank she didn’t know if we could be friends, and others have asked repeatedly if I’m feeling okay. Hopefully, I’ll be back off the wagon soon, but this may be a whole, new, exceptionally boring leaf I’ve turned over.
On the upside, my bike’s had a bit of a refurb at the co-op in Carlton Gardens. Like me, she is a new woman. Unlike me, she hasn’t lost her spark.
I have bike grease on my hands. And now my computer. I am filthy and exhausted - and have to read about Reagan’s reelection campaign today. Hurrah!
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October 29th, 2007 at 1:50 pm
To my credit, I had to stage the intervention in a bar because I doubt you would’ve been able to comprehend my concern while shaking and hallucinating in withdrawal.
Um, yeah. I suck.
October 29th, 2007 at 2:34 pm
Fair point. You don’t suck, by the way. Just don’t do it too often, otherwise when the real one comes I might not take it seriously!