this year, for lent, i decided to give up alcohol.
ok, i need to preface this statement with another: i am not an alcoholic. not yet, anyway. this was merely an exercise in self control. besides, with midterms and finals going on during lent, plus other things that needed my constant and preferably sober attention, i figured that i could less haziness in my life. plus, i figured that i wouldn't be going to that many parties and whatnot anyway, so the temptation wouldn't be there.
do you have any idea how much alcohol is put in front of a college student every week? a lot, let me tell you. despite me thinking that this would a slow time in terms of the partying, oh no. not only was this the time of your average, impromptu "no-one's-really-do-anything-tonight-so-let's-all-be-in-the-same-place-at-the-same-time-with-music-on" parties, but my friends and i have recently started celebrating every single birthday by going to a byo restaurant. this means at least 1 byo every 2 weeks or so because birthday's definitely don't come in waves; they come in once a week increments.
despite all of this, i was actually doing pretty well... for the first four days. then, one of my absolute best friends' 21st birthday came about. mind you, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity because her birthday always falls during spring break. this year, the one year i decide to give up alcohol and she turns 21, the stars aligned to have her birthday fall on the day before we all left for break. what else could i do but raise my margarita (with tequila) to toast to her auspicious day?
i failed. quickly and soundly. i'm fairly certain that God wanted me to fail otherwise all these events falling oh so perfectly would have never happened in any other year. thankfully, i also believe in a God whose known for His forgiveness.
...if i ever decide to give up alcohol again, remind me of this debacle, if i don't remember it already. and here's to a few more hazy nights and hung over mornings.
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