Yes, you read right. Alcohol, I’m not doing it … for a month anyway.
I’d been mulling over abstaining from booze after the holidays, keeping the idea to myself until I’d decided. Only then did I let this resolution slip to my goat taco-eating tablemates Danny the KungFoodPanda, Cathy the Gastronomer and Vernon the Astronomer at Flor Del Rio restaurant in Boyle Heights.
While ordering a beer. Hey, it was still January 31.
Their reactions were mild, although I detected a bit of disbelief. Perhaps they were good at masking their horror?
My reasons for ditching the drink are numerous and I would think apparent, but eh, I’m not really going to bore you with them. Think what you want. Maybe it’s a bet. Maybe I’m too poor. Maybe Jamie Foxx’s “Blame It on the Alcohol” made me want to be a better person. For a month.
It was not lost on the Gastronomer that I chose the shortest month of the year for my big sacrifice either. But hey February is such a celebratory month, so it won’t be easy. There are birthdays, the Lunar New Year, Presidents Day and Groundhog Day. Wait, you’ve never raised a glass to Punxsutawney Phil? After all he’s done for us?
During this time, I don’t think I’d be opposed to going to Happy Hour, but the food better be damn good. Like, truffle oil good. Meryl Streep good. Surprised kitty good.
Liver, I’ll abuse you again in March.