Sigh, another Sunday, another Manhattan (or 3). Taking ‘advantage’ of upcoming Mardi Gras to have a last Sunday afternoon cocktail before I go on the wagon for Lent. Well, the first was good enough, then I snuck a copple more while wife was busy elsewhere in the house. Now, I’m itching to it the Blackberry Brnady which I started earlier in the week. I know I’ll feel like hell tomorrow, but don’t care. Just call me Lord Lush-alot.
Sorry to hear that. I totally relate to having a hard time stopping at just one. Thankfully I don’t drink that much, but I also make a conscious choice to not have anything hard in the house.
I’m not a Catholic, but quitting for lent doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’ve had other month long stints before, but I just don’t know if I’m really ready to pull the plug.
