Day 2 of my year of living sober was a Saturday.
On the way to a K.D. Lang concert last night my wife and I stopped for Thai. It was delicious and cheaper than if I’d downed a brewski (?) and/or a couple of glasses of wine.
At the concert I didn’t have to line up and wait for ages to get an overpriced mood-setter (booze) and I didn’t overly stimulate my appetite by drinking alcohol either.
During the warm-up act I commented to my wife how I was predicting one especially enjoyable aspect of not filling up with beer would be not having to empty out of beer. And I was right. I loved not having to nick off to the dunnies (as we say) and take a piss (as we also say). And the good news kept coming.
When K.D.Lang sung I knew my intoxication was 100% natural, the pure hangover free drunkenness that comes from experiencing a soul in full, effortless flight. She was amazing, extraordinary—out of this world brilliant.
What a night.
And, since I didn’t have to line up to use an overflowing urinal, I didn’t miss a song.
Little Booze Joke Number 2:
Q: How many drunk drummers does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: A lightbulb’s that thing that goes on when you open the bar-fridge, right?