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“Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the Bible says love your enemy.”~Frank Sinatra

Meg here, hope most of you got to enjoy your long weekend!

I had an uber panic attack after having a few drinkies at lunch and then having a few more when I got back. I didn’t do anything bad or scrape from a gutter or anything, I just drink too much. I’m not a denial type person, I didn’t ever think I didn’t drink too much. I just managed it. I mean, I work, date and have friends. Life is good. This is why I’ve decided to stop. I have enough to “manage” and drinking wont fall apart if I don’t take care of it everyday so I’m just going to outsource it out for someone else to deal with.

I’ve been to 4 parties over the past 3 days and it really hasn’t been difficult to just drink a water so I’m thinking this is probably a good decision. Sure I wont dance as well or be as funny but I’ll just practice both in my livingroom.

This does affect “Megs Cocktail Hour” because now it’s going to have to be “Meg’s Coffee Hour” or “Megs Watercooler Minutes” but it’s just symantics really.

Plus, from a beauty aspect, the alcohol does a number on the skin, alcohol contributes to aging skin by dilating small blood vessels in the skin and increasing blood flow near the skin’s surface. Over time, these blood vessels can become permanently damaged, creating a flushed appearance and broken vessels on the skin’s surface. It doesn’t matter if I’m putting products worth a countries GDP on my face if I’m going to just end up looking like Ted Kennedy.

ll of my friends drink, they are not as impressive drinkers as I was, but they do enjoy their drinks. I’m not going to get preachy or anything. I’m jealous, I wish I could enjoy my drinks too. So it doesn’t bother me in the least if I’m around a bunch of buzzed friends. It just enables me to be the driver, I mean fairs fair.

It gives me a great new line to use now. I was at dinner and the waiter brought 4 wine glasses. I handed my glass back and asked just for water. He looked at me confused. I just shook my head and said to him “Sir, I’m not nearly old enough to drink” . I’m just going to go with that one.

So what teetotaler hints do you ladies have? Throw me a bone here, just throw me a dry one!

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