The day before my 27th birthday I suggested to my budweiser-before-noon, bottle-o'-wine-for-dinner, Vietnam vet dad that we try a month sober. Never imagining he would actually agree, I found myself near panic when we ended the call. Could I really survive 30 long, lonely wine-less nights? And even if I do make it, what's the point in torturing myself in such a horrific manner?
Now, it is not like I am some kind of beer slugger at a regulars' bar or a fiend who hides her vodka addiction. Simply put, I just itch for a glass of wine after a stressful day... and it just so happen all of my days are stressful. It is not an addiction, I just identify with the European notion that life is not worth living without vino. or du vin.
Now, it is not like I am some kind of beer slugger at a regulars' bar or a fiend who hides her vodka addiction. Simply put, I just itch for a glass of wine after a stressful day... and it just so happen all of my days are stressful. It is not an addiction, I just identify with the European notion that life is not worth living without vino. or du vin.




