Do I Feel Funny?

So Michelle emailed me today and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner tonight. It sounded like an excellent idea, so we decided to go to Carlyle in Shirlington.

I happened to glance at my desktop calendar, and noticed that it was April 21st. I tried to think back to the exact date when I had my last alcoholic beverage, and- lo and behold- it was March 21st!

Now, I planned to wait until this Saturday to tickle my liver with the sweet, sweet nectar of the gods, but hey- I think I proved my point. It's been exactly one month, so I think it's about time to treat myself. In a way, I think it's a good thing that I didn't even notice that my month had come and gone. Yeah, that's my story and I'm sticking to it...

SO, I rocked 2 glasses of wine with dinner. They were awesome. Don't you judge me!

The wine was delicious, thank you very much, and on the way home I realized I felt a little tipsy. Looks like my tolerance went bye-bye. Ordinarily, after having wine with dinner, I'd come home and polish off a couple beers- I am happy to report that I was able to cut myself off.*

*I purposely kept the beer in the pantry to prepare for this possibility. I know myself pretty well!

Anyway, I feel like the fact that I only had 2 glasses of wine, still got to experience a silly little buzz, and didn't come home and indulge my drunk tooth shows that I may be on the right track.

PS- I still feel funny! How the hell did I go this long?!