i voluntarily drank whisky for the first time tonight. but not for fun. i didn't bother to take the time to sip slowly from my glass in order to enjoy the flavor. i didn't take time to savor the warm, spicy liquor as it met my lips and slid down the back of my throat. nor did i even have time to pour it over ice. i just swallowed it. in one big gulp from a pretty good sized glassful. and it felt good.
i've never been driven to drink before. but today was just one of those days where i needed to do something outrageous. so i settled on whisky. it was either that or run naked around the block in the falling snow. and though i was reallllly tempted to streak, i thought it would be more gentlemanly to take a shot of whisky. which i'm sure isn't actually all that gentlemanly. but it was the lesser of two evils. especially after i remembered there was a high school track meet going on down the block.
my emotional reactions have been really tested over the past few days, and besides my uncharacteristic alcoholic binge, i feel like i've done a pretty good job keeping my composure. i may have been a wreck inside, but outside i was pretty much in control.
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