[NOTE: I wrote this last night and thought I'd posted it. However, I was also high when I wrote this, and by the time I realized I hadn't posted it, I was in bed with my ankle brace off. I wasn't going to put it back on to go out to my laptop in the living room. Hence the "belated" part of the title.]
It's been three years and one hundred and thirty-four days since my last drink. Black Wednesday is traditionally the drunkest day of the year in America, but even at the deepest depths of my alcoholic depravity, I never went out for Black Wednesday. I got shitfaced at home. Leave the DUIs to the social drinkers who over-imbibed that night. It's like vampires on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They stay home on Halloween night.
This used to be my favorite weekend of the year because at all my office jobs I usually got a four day weekend, which I always dedicated to drunken debauchery of all sorts. Then I'd have a handle of Wild Turkey 101 (it was Thanksgiving, after all) the next day, and I'd have a collection of booze for when that was gone. I usually had Jameson as back up, and then a couple of handles of really cheap shit for when that ran out. I'd return to work the following Monday hung the fuck over (or possibly still a little drunk).
I really do miss those days, but even if I was still drinking now, I'd no longer get to celebrate like I used to. My current job is closed on Thanksgiving, which is always on a Thursday, a day I usually have off. No, I don't get a different day off. We're open on Black Friday (and for the first time ever, we have a Black Friday sale, so . . . yay . . .), and I work on Saturdays, so my four day weekend would be impossible now.
This will also be my first Thanksgiving completely alone. Now that my brother and I have gone our separate ways, and I'm all the way out in the middle of nowhere, there's no likelihood of seeing anyone else. I'm pretty happy to spend time on my own. I like my own company very much. But on a holiday? And it's likely to be the same for Christmas and New Year's. I guess we'll put my resistance to loneliness to the test.
I still have a tiny bottle of WT101. Empty, of course. I suppose I'll give it a sniff tomorrow to remind me of the good ol' days.
Happy Thanksgiving. Don't get any DUIs tonight. And if you love your mental health, stay home on Black Friday. Don't worship at the feet of unrestrained corporate greed. Unless you have to work, in which case you have my condolences.
Almost said goodnight, fuckers. But really, why would I say something so silly and rude?
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