Tomorrow will mark the 4-week mark since I have consciously consumed any alcohol. The official 1-calendar month date will be the 24th, on Thursday.
Strange, eh? Yeah it feels a little weird. I’ve been out 3/4 times in town during this period within a social situation and have had little temptation. Well, I have craved a cheeky bottle of Corona avec (French for with) a fat wedge of lime but I’m pretty sure those will pass. Stopping something you have done almost religiously for the past 15-16 years is never going to be a walk in the park.
Yes, blame my parents for me beginning drinking at the age of 14/15, although I do remember forcing myself to drink a beer at the age of 14 because I wanted to enjoy it and be like other people in the family and look ‘cool’.
As I look through the years I think my definition of ‘cool’ has somewhat changed, especially when trying to portray this image with the consumption of alcohol. Here are my top three moments from what I can remember:
- When your dad picks you up from underneath some scaffolding in town after being contacted by one of your mates because you’ve had a few too many sherbets
- Most recently, coming back from winning a poker game and pocketing £75 I might just add, drinking almost a bottle of Jack Daniels and lying on the kitchen floor @ 3am blind drunk
- Being out of control and instead of ordering 1 shot of a disgustingly made cocktail called ‘Kamikaze’ per friend with me at the current time, ordering 15 (unlikely to have that many friends with me at that time anyway) and drinking most of them yourself
- Consuming too much alcohol in a local unnamed pub (The Nags Head on Wyle Cop) and being sick in the toilets whilst simultaneously having chunks of goodness within the beard area – Although miraculously I still managed to get someone’s number! (female)
There are too many, these are the ones which I can think of whilst writing this blog post. Some are much more dangerous but I have finished with all that nonsense now, for the time being anyway!
So I do tend to ramble on with these blog posts, but I have been told by a few that they are entertaining and worth a read, so why am I going to stop a habit of a lifetime and stop being a comedy genius?
Sorry, we’ve run out of spinach… Sorry, we’ve ran out of ice.
This was the title of this post and although it’s a little unorthodox in keeping with the current theme of my blog posts it needed to be posted. So here goes.
With no alcohol for a long time, I’ve found the need to hit the gym a lot more which means I have to, yes, HAVE TO eat more food, it just has to be done! I wouldn’t say I’m eating many more different foods but just more of the stuff which is exciting. Not so much comfort and junk food, just eating out in town more etc.
So I went for a curry the other day with Nick, or Fatlad as some of you may know him. It had been almost 10 months since our last rendezvous so we decided to go for a curry.
After opening several years ago, having many exciting and taste-bud tantalising reviews on TripAdvisor and being recommended to us by family and friends, we decided to go to Panacea… for the 15th time!
Established into the Salopian community for their elegant, beautifully designed and crafted dishes delivered to the tables within, passionate and dedicated customer service and attention to detail and presentation skills, it’s always been a favourite of mine. 15 times and going strong.
Well this has all changed. I am very disappointed.
I am boring…with food… I don’t really like spicy food and I like to have the same thing when I go to any curry house.
The legend that is, Chicken Sag or Sagwala.
I like to play it cool. When I go in, I’ll sit down, and although given a menu, I’ll place it down on the table whilst everyone else confuses themselves with the ever-growing list of unreadable menu items, and I think to myself, ‘Yeah, you got this covered Sam’.
Probably and inevitably too cocky for my own good, it was to my utter shock and surprise that the waiter said, ‘Sorry, we’ve got no spinach’ after I placed my order.
After several short minutes of trying to keep my cool, trying to make him laugh with questioning him about the whereabouts of what should be an abundance of Popeye’s favourite food, I was somehow convinced to have a different dish, Chicken Jaipur.
After settling for second best, I decided to have a treat from the usual sparkling water with a slice of either lemon, lime or sometimes even orange, so I ordered a coke, ice and corresponding slice of 1 of 3 citrus fruits.
Sorry, we have no ice.
Rage built up inside me quicker than a lightening bolt strikes the ground, I flipped the table like I had just lost at Monopoly, picked up the nearest sharp object which happened to be a toothpick and stabbed the waiter in the finger!
Well, that was going on inside my head, but I’m a cool, calm and sensitive character so I just sighed and said that’s fine.
I might order a spinach and ice burger next time I go in there, if I ever return. Let’s see if they have the same humour as me.
I think I know the answer already.
Let’s see how long I can carry on with the no alcohol.