Cinco De Oh-no

So it is the 5^th day of my infamous birthday month, which also coincides with Cinco de Mayo. This has never posed a problem in the past, however this year as my personal crisis continues with turning 27 (I never said I wasn’t dramatic) I have decided to abstain from drinking until May 25^th, my actual birthday. I have decided this for a number of reasons – money, job performance, physical health and of course to torture myself slowly through the remaining episodes of Dancing with the Stars. They always seem to dance better through beer goggles, just sayin.

Now, I would like to give a run down of the past 36 hours because it seems as if as soon as you vow to change something in your life, everyone around you finds a way to unintentionally make it as difficult as possible to succeed.

Day 1

I am at the St. Regis for a book release party. I arrive promptly at 5:45pm and have a few texts from friends inviting me to meet them at the bar for a drink. I avoid the situation, but then find myself in the front row for the 6:00pm Sabering. This is a tradition where someone takes a saber and slices off the cork of the champagne bottle. Much more gracefully done than say the Cameron Diaz version in What Happens in Vegas. But the point is, its complementary champagne. One eye roll and a sigh later I am headed in the opposite direction empty handed. Test one – Pass.

So I enter the event, ducking the waiters passing a heavenly blue concoction in a martini glass and more champagne, and make a b line to the bar and order a club soda with lime praying that no one will tell the difference. A friend rolls her eyes, but I am not affected. I am a woman on a mission. The party was beautiful but bland, and I am pretty sure that is because I wasn’t over served.

Day 2

I am meeting with a client for lunch to talk about a fantastic fundraising event we are helping with in the fall and some of our party is running late. Well, my client does sales at the restaurant so she asks, “Would you like a glass of wine while you wait?” Of COURSE, my eyes say, but I force my head back and forth. Free drinks, again? This is just cruel and unnecessary punishment for someone who always socializes with a cocktail. To continue the defense of my response I follow up with a story about my thick Southern accent that sneaks out depending on the amount of libations I consume. There is nothing graceful about a Georgia Peach that slurs her words at 2:00pm in the afternoon on an Tuesday.

The list just keeps going…but I will not bore you with the details, because I feel like you get my drift and maybe you have abandoned reading because you are fixing yourself a cocktail. Please, just don’t offer me one.

So back to today, Cinco de Oh-no. Productivity is my drink of choice. I have gone to the gym, fixed dinner and now have placed myself in front of this computer for distraction. Day 3 is almost gone and I am feeling great!

Hope you are enjoying the beautiful weather, the Mexican food and delicious Margaritas or Corona Lights. I will join you next year!