I have given up drinking. If I must, I will drink water. But I am keeping the Nazarite vow (except for the head shaving part, and maybe the grave part) and abstaining from alcohol. It's not that I've hit some debauchery low, blacked out, and regret my actions. It's much more lame than that. The last couple of times I've had very little alcohol (as in, 1-2 beers), I have turned very, very red. It's much worse than I remember. And I don't like to feel my arms and legs throbbing. So I'm accepting the fact that I am the intolerant type of aldehyde dehydrogenase deficient, instead of the alcohol tolerant type who are at higher risk for throat cancer. Probably should have had more beers when I was more tolerant. And probably should have not picked tonight- the work happy hour- to be the day to stop drinking. It was a small crowd today, and as the waiter went around the table and I apologized for being lame and asked for non-alcoholic mixed drink, the Chief and Whitecastle both scoffed. "You're the ring leader in this and you're not going to drink?" "I didn't think it was appropriate for me to turn really red." "Oh, come on!" I did, however, have a sip of Whitecastle's Cocoa Cochon-- bacon vodka and chocolate liquer, just because of how ridiculous it sounded. "Let's all watch her turn red!" He exclaimed as I took the tiniest of sips. Thanks, Body. As if my life wasn't lame enough.
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