Last year, I decided to cut down on the amount of beer I drank as part of my plan to be a healthier Jess. It's not like I cut down on my drinking, though. I just replaced beer with red wine. Did you know that shit's good for you? It's like heart healthy and full of antioxidants and whatnot. And I figure, if one glass is good, a whole bottle must be awesome. Right?
And I've added other stuff to my drinking repertoire -- bourbon, whiskey, dirty gin martinis, Bloody Marys, Manhattans, Old Fahioneds (I've got a thing for retro cocktails) and so on. So, honestly, it's not like I was lost without beer. Sure, it was hard at first to get used to drinking liquor. With beer, I always knew how much I could drink. With liquor, though? Well, it took me a while to get used to drinking whiskey or bourbon all night.
Oh, I'd maybe switch to beer after drinking liquor all day. Plus, I went to a couple of beer festivals last year. It's not like I'm not going to drink beer at those. And sometimes there is just nothing that can compare to a cold beer on a hot day. But for the most part, I barely drank it.
It's now gotten to the point where the idea of drinking beer doesn't even cross my mind. A friend sent me a bunch of New England microbrews around Christmas and I haven't had a single one of them. I forget they're even in there.
Last night, I was at my sister's having dinner with her and my nephew and my brother. I decided to have a beer with dinner because, why the hell not? Holy shit. I could barely finish that one Bell's Pale Ale. My brother didn't like it and there was no way on this good Earth that I could have finished the half that remained. I was so fucking full and God help me, I just didn't want to drink any more beer.
I never thought it would go this far. I kinda feel like less of a person.