I gave up drinking (alcoholic drink) for more than three years ago. I had no particular reason why I stopped. I just decided not to drink anymore and I did not. No social drinking, no tasting, nothing. Then two weekends ago I decided to drink again.
I intoxicated half a bottle of the old, long forgotten BFF, Jose Cuervo. It was a nice feeling. To finally savor the sweetness of the unblemished golden liquid that used to fuel my creative juices during long nights of creating school projects way back in college. Almost brings a tear in my eye. It was like finally freeing me from eternal bondage.
Memories flash back into my mind like old fast-tracked movies: old familiar faces of my classmates drinking for days; listening to heartbroken sighs of a drunken friend; singing your heart out in nearby karaoke machine like a rock star; listening to nagging girlfriend complaining of your drinking; and so much more.
I never imagined how much I miss drinking. I’m not sure if it will be like old days or I am just trying to reconnect with my old self. I don’t know. All I know is that I came out from a nearby bar and it’s already Sunday with sun happily smiling at me (blinding me actually) when I remember I went in there on a Saturday night. Confuse eh, or am I just not sober yet. It must be red horse trying to kick my ass…