The next 11 days were quite a challenge. I found myself doing things I hadn't in quite some time.
Running, biking, hiking, learning to play the guitar, cooking fabulous healthy meals, you get the point. I was very productive.
On the 11th day, yesterday, I had to bartend a private function for one of their kids first birthdays. Case in point, an adult party.
At one point, I was asked, "Do you drive? We need you to get some more Heineken."
I responded, "Of course I do, but I haven't tried it on the LEFT side of the road yet".
"Have a drink! No really have a few drinks!!" they kept saying.
4 glasses of Moet & Chandon later, I was starting to feel like I was on top of the world.
By the end of the night the adults made their way into the bouncy house.
I took a$60 cab ride back to town where I went to my place of employment, and proceeded to have many more drinks.
I don't remember much, except that I woke up this morning with a jar full of capers, tabasco, and feta cheese lying in the bed next to me.
When I went to look for my camera to see if I could piece the night together, I found 2 toy guns?? Absolutely no idea where they came from.
I made it home.
I apparently ate something, but I'm still not sure what.
And I had a great time.
In the end, sad to say, there was no 12th day of soberness.
I.
just.
didn't.
make.
it.
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