After 28 long days, my friend and I recently completely Sober February. The idea was born on a drunken night in January, and it was a pretty terrible one. We don’t have any AA friends, and straightedge assholes are fucking
After 28 long days, my friend and I recently completely Sober February. The idea was born on a drunken night in January, and it was a pretty terrible one. We don’t have any AA friends, and straightedge assholes are fucking assholes, so this was our first real experience with prolonged sobriety the bars of New York in some time. Here are our thoughts and findings, in no particular order.
1) Everyone hated Sober February. Like, REALLY hated it, and never failed to tell us as much. This includes our girlfriends, now-alienated friends, and pretty much everyone except our mothers (who just disliked it). Various people felt judged, guilty, or simply indignant that we would entertain such a stupid idea.
2) It wasn’t that hard, but it was still hard. Of course we have drinking problems like 90 percent of the country, but the difficult part wasn’t a monkey on your back. It really was just that everyone is drinking all the time in almost every social situation, and being there as a conspicuous “other” is pretty trying.
3) Booze is expensive, even if you are rich as hell. Booze also makes you fat, even if you are fit as Dan AND Dave put together.
4) The experience discredited a number of things that we previously would have blamed on drinking and drunkenness. The general aches and pains of your body is not your body screaming, mornings are just as bad without a hangover, and you still get in just as many arguments with your significant other.
5) Most bars are terrible places, filled with distractions and noise and are focused primarily around making conversation impossible. They do serve delicious food which is impossible to get anywhere else (though wings without beer are two tugs short of a good thing).
6) House parties aren’t usually much fun either, and there are (usually) no wings.
7) It turned us into total potheads. And don’t start with the “then it doesn’t count” puritanical shit. We just didn’t drink. That is all that was promised.
8) It destroys your tolerance – one shot and two beers will change your life afterwards. Nearly twelve hours later and I am still pretty drunk.
Final conclusions: We don’t advocate anyone else giving it a try, but next year we will probably do it again.
Love and kisses,
Greg And Dan