I have a confession to make. Me, the girl whose blog is named Extra Dry Martini, the girl who loves dry (I’m talking, rinse the glass with vermouth and that’s it, dry) martinis more than any other cocktail, the girl who knows that the sound of a cocktail shaker means it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, this girl, is currently taking an extended break from drinking.
It started on February 6th (the day after the Super Bowl, which was not a coincidence), and will continue through March 31st, for a grand total of 55 days. (Yes, I counted.)
For me, drinking is a huge part of my social life. Whether it’s looking forward to happy hour after a stressful day, meeting over drinks to catch up with a friend that I don’t see enough, or kicking back and enjoying a bottle of wine (or 2) while watching something on Tivo with my husband, consuming alcohol has become, more often than not, a part of my every day.
Which is why it was time to take a break. I’m not going to lie: the first week off was not easy. The universe decided to challenge me and threw a couple of particularly stressful days my way. The type of days where you want to bury your head in the sand, or in my case, soak in a bathtub full of Grey Goose. Restraint was made even more difficult by the fact that our wine rack is stocked with wine left unconsumed from our Super Bowl gathering, as well as the recent arrival of our (delicious) wine club wine from Moonstone Cellars in Cambria.
But I’m tough. I’m stubborn. And when I say that I am going to do something, by God, I’m going to do it. And so, I refrained.
And now, nearly 3 weeks into my detox, I feel effing fabulous. I am sleeping better, getting up early, have more energy, am enjoying better workouts, and am more productive. All the time I was wasting unwinding over wine is instead being poured into creative projects like finally starting this blog, and focusing on producing a festival of film noir themed one-act plays that my husband and I are launching this summer. (More about that soon!)
And while my weekends are a bit duller than normal since I find it difficult to stay up past 11 p.m. without a buzz, the payoff is that instead of waking up with a hangover, I’m waking up early and getting more done by noon on a Saturday than I typically accomplish all day. And the even bigger payoff is that when cocktail hour does resume, that first martini in 55 days is going to taste soooo very good.
Until then, vive le hiatus!