Tonight, Mr. Perfect, my friend and I went to one of our favorite watering holes where we would have normally had (light) beers and wings. I ordered tea with my food and he ordered a soda. Our friend had a beer and she was fine with the fact that we weren't drinking. She did come later in our meal and so she only had one beer since we were nearly ready to leave by the time she arrived, but it didn't seem to bother her or us that she was drinking alone. Frankly, for the first time, I didn't even think about it or wish I could have a glass of wine. I didn't even miss it. You know, they (whoever the infamous "they" is) say that if you do anything for three weeks it becomes a habit. I'm now on day 19 of this little experiment and I think that just may be true.
The thing that might make me start back to drinking is the boredom. It is a missing piece of my socialization. It was just fun and I'm bored without it and I seem to be able to stay up later than I used to. Here it is 11:39 p.m. and I have talked to tons of people on facebook, taken a bath, read three magazines and now I am publishing another post. The hubs has been sleeping for hours and I am still wide awake. Thank goodness for Tylenol P.M., otherwise I might be forced to clean my office or something equally as boring. I shudder to think!
Cheers!
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